The raspberry bird house is rented
Two of the tiniest little birds, they must be finches, are busily renovating the raspberry bird house, perched high on a pole in the berry bushes. Flying in tandem, one perches outside the door before stuffing in a twig, with the other waiting it’s turn by sitting on the feeder at the opposite end of the raspberry patch.
It’s cheep rent!
The compost pile, and the garden conveniently located nearby, their version of schools, and shops.
It’s been a difficult place to rent out, I might be a bad landlord, because it’s unpainted, and the door was just a little too large for tiny birds, but the name the raspberry bird house seems to fit, so maybe one day I will give it a bright pinky red roof to accommodate its namesakes.
The chickadees who revisited the turquoise bird house in the shade garden many times are a lot pickier. The wife would sit on the perch, without going in, while the male chirped anxiously at her from the lower branches of the giant fir trees nearby. They’ve decided to move to a more desirable neighborhood in the end, and I’m glad.
There’s a large branch of curly willow tied up against the pole, I couldn’t guarantee their safety now that the raccoons are back, it’s too late to remove the curly willow because the golden hops are intent on smothering it.
My heart sings when I see birds nesting in our yard, but it also worries because of the cats. We have done what we can to protect them, tall poles, watchful eyes, but in the end it’s only Bootsie I can control, not the neighbor’s cats. I’m out there following him around, with my much hated by him camera…poor kitty, to make up for it he gets to spend time in the more appealing front yard because the birds are in the backyard.
We’ve got rain, not particularly noteable for those who are currently soggy gardeners but for us, after a week of recording breaking temps, and a continued hot and dry spell…this is absolutely glorious.
The crops, and the farmers need this desperately, and we are thankful!
Jen @ The Light Laughed