We have a slum in our backyard, brought about by crappy tenants and lazy landlords. The house started out a beautiful, two-story colonial style home with white siding and a durable roof. Built on a solid foundation and lofted into a middle class area of the sky, this birdhouse was once the envy of all the birds in the neighborhood. However, year after year, tenants move in bringing extended family members and friends. One family had two sets of octuplets before they moved out. While there, the tenants roam around the neighborhood pickup up garbage and dragging it back to the house. They track in mud on the floors, and don’t get me started on their inability to keep the poop in the bathroom. Our feathered tenants leave the house in such a wreck that the landlords have little desire to clean up before the next renter shows up to take a look at the place. Therefore, the house has fallen into disrepair. It is the slum in our backyard. All I ask is that the birds clean up their fowl language when the kids are playing back there.