Gardening: I do not [heart] birds nests

So when we moved into our house nine years ago there were these two scrubby little (like knee high) shrubs/trees planted across from each other in the middle of our yard.

I hated them. They are the kind of plant that harbors spiders. (Shudder!) I asked and asked The Hubs to remove them. For nine years I have asked.

(Why? Do you ask, did I not saw them down by myself? Because of the spiders, of course!)

This is what they look like now.

(Pay no attention to the unstained fence. It's on the list.)

Anyway, there is this behemoth next to the fence, and this one under my bedroom window. (Note the sunny yellow color of the foliage. They are our dog's favorite "watering" spot.)

(The broken blinds are also on the list.)

So The Hubs finally agreed that yes, these monsters are an eye sore, and he will tear them out this year. [Angels singing] "But Wait!" DD1 cried. "You can't tear them out! There are baby birds in there!"

Say what?

Oh, yes.

Cute fluffy little baby birds (not so fluffy in these pictures, but still) that love to sing the sun up in the morning, and peep their little lungs out for regurgitated worms until dark. Darling, eh? (Not so much when you're trying to sleep.)

Now, I know that birds are all the home decor rage right now, but I think I like the vinyl/resin/wooden ones better. Nests aren't so cute covered in droppings.

Rest well, little birds. Because the minute you fly the coop, your sanctuary is history. Mwah, hah, hah, hah.