For the five and a half years we’ve lived here I have procrastinated cleaning out the nook on our patio eave that contains an old bird’s nest.  Every spring I would be about to do it when I’d see a cute finch couple come by for an open house tour.  So I’d leave it, but apparently the run down nest was never good enough for our mama to be.

I didn’t understand. It is well hidden from the predators in the area and because we go in and out a lot, if a predator came by it would have to face my wrath.  I realize the house hunters don’t know this but still it seemed short sighted for them to pass up a nice protected half built nesting site.

This year was going to be the year.  The only thing stopping me was dragging out the ladder.  Good thing.  Yesterday a nice young couple looking for a starter home dropped by. At first I thought they were just eating the bugs that must surely be living in the nest, until a second male popped in to see what was going on and it was a full on bird fight.  I’ve seen that kind of ruckus at my bird feeders before so continued to hold on to my original theory.

Then today. More activity. Little bits of twigs and feathers in its beak. Can it be?

This may be the year of the birds.  The other day I was commenting to my sister that we don’t have California quail down here and I miss them.  Not two days later, a couple were spotted eating in my back yard.

Bird heaven, that’s what I’m in!