It would appear that young birds, freshly tossed from the nest, find our porch a welcoming place. We've got a wee robin that perched on a chair yesterday afternoon and was still there this morning. It's weird, because he doesn't seem the slightest bit scared of me. If he only knew...
Please recall the young mockingbird (the one that appeared to be contemplating death) that spent some time on our porch this spring.
Maybe my abject hatred for all cats (except tigers) radiates and is somehow detected by newly independent birds. Well, to all birds and all friends, feel free to call my porch your own.
But, friends, I hope you do not have the pooping problem our young robin has.