I can see myself in ten years – rocking on my back porch, dribbling into a cup while bird watching. Funny how they know just what to do without manuals or internet.
The blessed event occurred in the night. Last week I posted a photo of two little eggs in a nest on my back porch. This morning I noticed the absence of the mother red bird. I sneaked a peak and low and behold there were two baby birds. Mother and Father were scrambling around, gathering groceries I presume.
I’ve built them their own place and wondering if I paint it red, will they move in? Actually, my friend, Judy, gave me the birdhouse for my birthday. Can’t wait to get it up. It has a little bench, a shovel and extra logs on the front porch. A professor at MUW built it.