Birdbrain

Another day, another nest. The avian real estate boom continues.

This nest is located on the porch about a meter from our main entrance--the busiest spot a birdbrain could have picked. Every time someone arrives, the robin mom-to-be swoops past at head height. It's a horror movie.

I like nature as much as the next person, but enough with the gushing over baby birds: I was peeved to find this nest emerging from the top tier of my planter, into which I had JUST, FINALLY, stuck some petunias. You can barely see a squished sprig of green struggling to grow out from under the muddy twigs. The power of plant life is nothing short of awesome (see my earlier post on weed survival), but smart money is on the birds here.

 

Still, this.

Letting nature take its course.

New Arrivals

This was the situation a few days ago, but today the nest is empty, like the old nest on the left. Another dwelling, moss-covered, hangs from a beam not far away. Every year robins build homes in the eaves, apparently not minding slamming doors and motion-detector lights tripped by six people coming and going at all hours. The perfect location, location, location, and no cats: prime avian real estate here, the spring market heating up.