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Standing by the arrivals lane at the airport*, waiting for a ride home, I had a conversation with one of the baggage attendants. He spotted me bird-watching -- following the sparrows who nest in the crevices of the overhang -- and said "Don't expect to see those guys very much longer."
As he understood it, someone complained about too much bird poop. So the Airport Authority is going to spend $25 to $50K to seal off all the nooks and crannies, the unnatural habitats the birds have adopted as their homes.
Seeing as how I'm a "reporter" who "gathers facts," I called Emily Richard at the airport to confirm this idle speculation. Emily, though, is on vacation, so a nice man named Javier is going to get in touch with her to confirm it. (Under the understanding that I'm aware of the fact that interrupting someone from their scuba lesson in order to confirm or deny something in a blog post about bird poop is, by Catholic law, a mortal sin.)
So, of course, the question is: Does this matter in the least? And that answer is probably "no." But seeing as how I'm an old man (in spirit) who likes watching fascinating, adorable little creatures flit around while waiting for my ride home, it does matter to me. Especially when these creatures exist in a man-made environment full of right angles and rules and regulations and all sorts of other necessary impediments that still make me feel more than slightly like a caged animal. Is all that worth a little bird shit? As a man whose twice been blessed by a gift from above, I say yes. Yes it is.
*BTW, what do you guys call the airport? Do you just say "airport"? Or "international"? Does anyone call it BNA or, better yet, Berry? I feel like Nashville's missing out on the distinct flavor that comes with having an airport named after something or someone very cool.