Dear Journal;
I hate the smell of bird crud. It smells horrid, and I spent way too long cleaning it up.
New house, had birds in the attic. They crapped all over the place.
Instinct said to check for if they were like endangered or something; Turns out no, so they're getting shoo'd out. Nests getting burned, think the others are planning to eat the eggs. I'm planning to get some food elsewhere (Still not a fan of eggs even if they don't have a chance that a half-formed chick cracks out of it.)
Talseth was certainly a sight coming in though, and once we took the lift we could see for MILES!
This here's the new house; We're up in the fancy part of the house.
[There is a drawing of the manor's layout; It is almost her worst work in cartography.]