The bird gets discontent with a perfectly good birdhouse and tries to find a place to build a better nest. The raccoon already lives in the tree and the foot chases them away from the shoe.
Even when they think they've found "the place" and actually build an almost perfect nest, the tolling of the bell chases them away.
The key here is the speed at which they leave the less than perfect places. They don't second guess. Instead, they accept the fact that the mailbox was not meant for them and they MOVE ON.
Apparently the robins in my neighborhood have never read The Best Nest.
I understand why they think the light by our front door would be the "perfect" nesting place. It's dry and close to a warm house. BUT, there are also people moving in and out of the door ALL the time.
It is NOT a good place for a nest.
Every time Mr. Robin starts to build, I knock it down. In the book, this would have only had to happen once. For all their dis-contentedness Mr. and Mrs. Bird were smart enough to know where they were not welcome.
Mr. and Mrs. Robin, not so much. We have been duking it out for WEEKS.
They start to build, I sweep it away.
I have turned the light on it's side, put objects on top, and read The Best Nest to them anytime they are close enough to listen. For some reason, they DO NOT get the hint.
I'm not sure what else to do. I can, however, guarantee that I WILL win this war.
I am committed to knocking that half-made nest down as many times as it takes.
It may sound cruel, but I really have their best interest (and mine) at heart. I WANT them to find the perfect place to roost... somewhere away from my front door.
And when they do, we can all sing together that song made famous by Mr. Bird:
I love my house, I love my nestMr. and Mrs. Robin, your perfect nest is out there. PLEASE, go find it!!
In all the world this nest is best.