The way to a girl’s heart is not usually through leaving her old bird nests. But being a birding girl, it works fine. I opened my front door to check if the contractor had started the work (alas, he has not) to find someone had left a Robin’s nest on my steps. I don’t know who it was or why, but I love the gesture.
Maybe it was the contractor, the slacker. This does not leave you off the hook, ya know.
Maybe it was the lawn guy who broke my concrete rhubarb leaf birdbath as a way of saying sorry.
Maybe I truly have a secret admirer, I love the idea.
But it was probably the neighbor girls across the street and not an admirer at all. They do tend to leave me little gifts.
Have you ever recieved a gift from a secret admirer?
For years now, I have been feeling the loss of my Chickadees (possessive aren’t I?) from the winter temps. Up here on the mountain, it gets wicked cold and stays that way for days on end. (One year it was below zeroF for 3 solid weeks.) I yearned for some sort of winter roosting box, to give them protection. One year, Santa brought me 3 beautiful woven grass roosting baskets that I think he picked up in England , but the birds didn’t use them and they ended up rotting. Pity, really, they were charming.
Then last year my sister (laying her finger beside her nose and with a tip from Santa) gave me this convertible Chickadee nesting/roosting box. The door lifts open easily and you can flip it to have the opening at the top or bottom depending if you are using it as a nesting or roosting house. Cool, huh. This is the first year I have used it for winter roosting. ( Yes, yes the bottom perch is a stick, I lost one of the dowels and had to improvise.)
I am happy to say I have a flock of 14, count them, 14 Chickadees happily living in my backyard now and eating me out of house and home.