Don't Know A Good Thing When They See It

Dang birds! They don't know a good thing when they see it. Just yesterday I saw a little brown bird desperately pulling at a dry tuft of brown grass, (presumably to build her nest with) while just two feet away was a big clump of highest quality hair, just free for the taking! This stuff would keep the nest cool in summer, warm in the winter, is water- resistant and strong but lightweight...the list goes on and on.

In an attempt to increase the visibility of my proferred hair, I have hung it inconspicuously on a few rusty nails on the backyard fence (oh, come on- it's not that gross!). If you didn't know better, you might think this was some sort of voodoo thing going on with little hair bunches on the fence and a statue of the Virgin Mary in the corner. But it's perfectly innocent and above board, I assure you. And if the birds don't take my hair in the next few days, I'll just throw it in the trash, mom- I promise. It really would bring me such a thrill to have the birds take it! It would be so "circle of life"-ish.

I suspect it's just too late in the season and all the nests are already built; or perhaps they don't like my shampoo? My dad suggested they might only like blondes, whereas my mom came up with the most likely suggestion- the birds are afraid that if they use my hair in their nests, it will make their feathers fall out.