The Birds

Early in the spring Dale went out to the greenhouse in the backyard to see how things went over the winter.  Don’t be fooled by the fact that we have a greenhouse in our backyard, we are not great at gardening.  The greenhouse belongs to Kurt and when he is able to have a house with a yard he will want it back.  Dale left the greenhouse door ajar to air it out, and when he went back in a few days (or weeks) later a bird had built a bird nest in a large flower pot.  I am sure the bird thought it was an ideal place to build a nest, dry, protected from the wind and since we had a dog in the backyard protected from cats and racoons.  Later we noticed three tiny eggs in nest, this was about the time that we needed to close the door in order for the greenhouse to warm up so we could start our seedlings.  Dale opened up a vent and then closed the door as he left the greenhouse.  We hoped that the bird was smart enough to find her way back.  She was and like a good mother bird incubated her eggs.  Unfortunatley only one egg hatched.  I assume that the bird fledged on schedule and flew away.  We took a picture of the nest with the eggs and when the bird never came back emptied the unhatched eggs out and saved the nest.

Now we have a birdnest in a dried flower wreath on our front door.  We discovered it after we had the inhabitant of  that nest fly past our heads as we went out the front door.  Twice we made the mistake of not warning the bird (by knocking on the inside of the door) before we left the house by the front door and the tiny little renter flew into our house.  The first time with a very little amount of encouragement we got the invader out.  The second (and I hope last) time it happened I got Landon to come up and help me herd the nervous bird back outside.  It was really funny.  I had the door open, the bird was in the music room fluttering against the window.  I had Landon try to get the bird to fly towards the open front door, which it did, but then turned left at the door and flew into the living room.  A merry chase ensued.   The bird found several safe perches, the grandfather clock, the schrank behind all my nutcrackers, behind the couch and in the corner behind the guitar cases.  Landon did his best, but it looked hopeless.  The bird just wouldn’t fly out the wide open door.  Finally it saw the light outside and made a getaway.  Whew, what a relief! 

Today Carolyn heard a faint peeping when she came in the house.  She pushed her fingers past the front of the wreath and saw there were three tiny beaks open to receive their lunch.  I tried to get a picture but it is dark back there and the camera is too close to be able to focus.  It is adorable, and now I have three little birds on my doorstep.  “This is a message to you ou ou.  Don’t worry about a thing, ’cause every little thing’s gonna be all right”.  Bob Marley, how did you know?

I wish I had…

…a tool that would render loud stereo’s quiet.  You know, similar to the thing that they had in the Harry Potter novels to put the lights out.  I would also like a magic lariat like Wonder Woman that would make people tell the truth, I promise I would only use it on family members.  Just daydreaming…