Two weeks ago, my son took down the old (over 20 years old!), rotting bird house and attached my new bird house in its place. Now this was no ordinary new bird house. It is made of cypress and very well constructed. The squirrels should have no interest in chewing this one to destruction.
Every day I eagerly checked to see if new inhabitants had taken residence. Nothing.
I was really getting discouraged. Maybe it is the human smell on it. But with all the rain we have had, surely that has been washed away.
This afternoon I was drinking a glass of water and staring blankly into space at my kitchen sink. My idle gaze was interrupted by something flying near the bird house. It was a real live bird that just flew into my bird house.
Now I have baby birds learning to fly to look forward to!
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