Give them a bucket and have them clean it up then show them where the "heads" are and how to use the pumpy thing. oooh /forums/images/graemlins/smirk.gif
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"Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity"
Having discovered that I now have a purple boat (thank god for todays rain) I know exactly what I would do with them but daren't write it down here in case the RSPCA sees it!
A couple of weeks ago, there was a guy with a Harris Hawk flying around the marina, supposedly to chase the purple poopers away. Trouble is, it took one look at Nicho and flew off, never to be seen again. That was after it rested on the spreaders on the boat next to ours, with a starling at the top of the mast looking down on it!
tome posted on here that it had been at Northney - I mentioned that to the guy who said he gave up down there, because there are too many blackberries. If they clear away the bushes, the birds will stay away, apparently.
So all in all, the bird of prey didn't do much good, just had a bit of fun for a couple of days. You will just have to go buy yourself a brush and scrub the decks for once.
Thing is, Nick's so tall he had a job stopping Harris the hawk from squatting on his head - thought he was a mast!! It was actually very funny watching the one, brave (or stupid) starling, sat on the top of a mast staring out the hawk that was perched a few feet below on the upper spreaders. You could almost hear it saying "come on then, if you think you're hard enough!" Result? Starlings one, hawk, nil!!
The problem with the Harris Hawk, gun noises or bangs is that the starlings sitting on the rigging, just having a rest are frightened by the intrusion and in taking off at high speed, well to lighten the load, its obvious, bombs away!
Once a starling got into my kitchen from the loft. Luckily that day I had shut the door into the rest of the house. There was (note was) a bowl of fruit in the kitchen (how healthy of me). The starling had finished the fruit off and then decided it was time to leave. with no easy exit it had got rather excited, you know where this is going dont you!
When I got home the kitchen was plastered. Now let me just make one point here, I like our lttle feathered friends, we feed them we watch them in the garden. However, that particular evening I became hunter, the starling playing hunted.
I still sometimes feel bad about killing it, but if you could have seen the mess it had left, anyone would have done the same.
Shame, that was a good question in the first place and I would have liked to have heard some serious answers as I get the same problem on my swing mooring.