My laundry room is not fancy.
It’s just a large closet off the carport where the washer and dryer are kept.
The little green basket that hangs on the wall is where I toss used dryer sheets, empty containers, and dryer lint. The Carolina wren decided this was a fantastic place to nest this year. I discovered the nest when I tossed a wad of dryer lint one day and WHOOSH! The bird attacked me.
Our name for the Carolina wren is “Little Shitter Bird”. This bird tried to nest in the mosaic studio and I determinedly destroyed every nest it built in the studio because of the messy, filthy droppings this monster can deploy.
Out of guilt for having sucked 3 or 4 nest attempts out of the studio, I allowed a nest in the laundry room trash basket.
Oh brother. At first, I was attacked every time I tried to wash Plant Daddy’s shorts. Then gradually, it got used to the washer and dryer cycles and would only attack when I tried to peek at the babies. OK, we deserved that.
But yesterday was a day of terror in the laundry room!
I was moving a wad of laundry from the washer to the dryer when I noticed movement on the floor about half an inch from my sandaled toes. It was Blackie our resident 4 ft. black snake.
“AIYEEEEE!” I hollered vigorously, alerting all creatures in a 5 mile radius to his presence.
Plant Daddy came a running.
Blackie slithered under the dryer.
“I’ll save you,” said Plant Daddy gallantly, yet as he loaded towels into the drum we could hear Blackie thumping in out dryer motor.
Years ago a black snake slithered up into the air conditioner and was killed when the motor engaged. Didn’t smell good in the air intake for a while after that. Would our dryer suffer the same fate?
I punched the start switch and thankfully didn’t hear a dice-o-matic noise.
Then I realized that Blackie was after the Wren babies.
“Save them!” I pleaded with Plant Daddy.
What a hero! He moved the trash basket nest to a new location near the outhouse.
Unfortunately the Wren Mom wouldn’t fly to it. Stupid bird. After a few hours, we moved the nest back. Mom flew back and we had to hope for the best in the black snake department.
We passed a tense night, but…all is well this morning! Yay!
All the babies are there and Momma Wren hit me in the head again as I tried to wash the kitchen rugs this afternoon! No sign of Blackie today. Peace reigns.