inside the side of my house

there are birds in the side of my house. INside the side of my house. right above the window of the bathroom, which is where i heard them, while i was in the bathroom, and it scared the pants right on me. sounded like they were comming right inside and although birds are lovely when heard outside, there is supposed to be a seperation between nature and my house - nature is what happens OUTside my house and that sound, of birds, should not be heard inside. I went outside to see, skated on the thick crusty icey heaps of snow and saw the hole in the side of my house. luckilly the bird cannot actually come inside the bathroom, only into its wall. which is only slightly less disturbing. luckilly we are dropping an unseemly amount of money on new siding this spring. oh the lucky luck. boring way to spend money, let me tell you, but at least i wont hear birds while i am trying to potty.
but it is true that there is an odd distinction about our homes and nature. or, my home and nature. it is true that i want nature to stay outside when nature is alive and crawls or flies. but, at the same time, i want inside to somehow be nature-like. i want bamboo and earthen colors and i desperately love eco-architecture and wish i could build a new house with strawbale walls and earthen floors (did you see the nyt article on mud floors?) and a solarpanel roof. but for now we try to piece together this place the best it can be pieced together and hope, simply, to keep out the birds.