Love is in the air.

(Horny Robin and her nest of unwed sin)

So, it's Spring here. The trees are blossoming, the flowers are blooming, my lawn guy is about to start taking away my extra spending money, and the robins are getting frisky.

Very, very frisky.

There's a robin couple (Shhh! Don't tell, but I'm pretty sure they're not married) that have built a love nest in a tree in the back yard. And they've been doing some sort of elaborate mating ritual all week.

Granted, I know nothing about the mating habits of robins. Maybe they don't have a mating ritual--maybe they're just freaking insane. But I'm pretty sure they're hornier than than a couple of sexually repressed teenagers.

It was kind of fun watching their antics while they were in the back yard. It wasn't so fun when they moved their hot date to my driveway.

I had the garage door open while I cleaned out my van, and they flew in not once, not twice, but FOUR times. Four times they flew in, raging hormones making them completely oblivious to their surroundings and the fact that they were on my water heater.

Oblivious, that is, until I whacked them with a broom and shooed them out.

If I'm not getting any at my house, neither is anyone else.