I asked my wife this morning if she ever got any food in her mouth, pointing to the floor under her dining room chair—where there was a small pile of crumbs and whatnot.
It was a regular Hoorah’s Nest (also known as Hurrah’s Nest). That’s just about anything (hairstyle, person, place, situation, my so-called cooking) that’s a big, disorganized mess. Don’t worry, she gave me permission to blab about this. I still have a place to live. You can send cash donations to my GoFundMe campaign if you want, though. I’ve got renovations planned.
My side of the floor is immaculate, of course. No Hoorah’s Nest on me.
You can look on the web for definitions of Hoorah’s Nest and the origin of the term, which includes speculations about a cryptid bird called a Hoorah. It doesn’t excite cryptozoologists as much as Bigfoot does.
On the other hand, we think we saw the Hoorah about three years ago. I have several snapshots of its nest—which was a certified mess and a sign the bird needed professional help.
We tried to assist this Hoorah. Every time it started to go wrong in the construction of the nest (which was immediately), we tried removing the mess from the spot it chose to erect it.
The site was between our house and the back porch rail. Apparently, it was unfamiliar with trees.
It might have been high on drugs. On the other hand, the only bird I know of who has a substance abuse problem is the Cedar Waxwing. It overeats fermented berries and gets so drunk it can’t find its way home, much less build one.
But this bird might have been from another planet—a world where trees don’t exist and nest-building skills are optional. I could get only one picture of the Hoorah—also known as a Robin. Their nests get the big Hoorah.
Other birds make really messy nests, though: Mourning Doves, even the Cardinals (on the right) who we might have already scared away just by staring at them through our window.
Holler if you see a Hoorah.