My husband’s boss built us a birdhouse last spring — it was his pandemic craft project. He even hung the birdhouse on a tree in the backyard for us, which was a very good thing because there is absolutely no way that my husband would ever hang it. He claims that he doesn’t like to put holes into walls, so I can’t imagine him drilling a hole into a living tree. But honestly I think the “no holes in the wall” thing is just an excuse to not have to ever hang anything in our house. I have stacks of framed artwork stuck into pretty much every corner of our spare bedrooms as proof. Maybe he just doesn’t like the art I buy…
Well, we had some visitors this morning at the birdhouse — they even went inside! They didn’t stay long, but maybe they were just checking the space out and taking some measurements. Gotta make sure that sectional sofa could fit!
I think our possible tenants might be bluebirds, but I’m not a bird expert and I didn’t get a picture. But they seemed pretty excited — there were two of them and they kept flying in and out of the house, and they even hung out on the front perch for a little bit.
And then later this afternoon, I think I saw my friend the house finch checking out one of our other trees in the front yard:
The birds are back and they’re checking out locations for nests! It’s starting to feel a lot like spring!
My husband said they’d better not build a nest next to our front door again this year because he’ll take it down, but he’s just a darn buzzkill. I hope they do build there again this year — it’s better than watching television!
Notes from a Self Quarantine 