A pair of chickadees decided that the birdhouse sitting on a low table beside our front door was a perfect place to nest this spring. The birdhouse is purely ornamental (in my mind anyway); I had painted it the same colours as our house and included our house number. Never mind that this is an extremely busy and noisy thoroughfare with humans and dogs going in and out at all hours of the day and night. I should have known that something was up when Stella was poking her nose in the birdhouse opening every time she came in the front door.
Eventually, I too noticed that things were happening inside this little home; the back and forth flight of chickadees finally made it obvious. I realized that the birdhouse would have to be raised to keep out unwanted intruders. After fretting for about a day or so, I dragged a tall and skinny bookcase outside, put a few small plants on the shelves and prayed that the aspiring parents wouldn't notice that their residence had gone up a few floors.
They either didn't notice or didn't care and now the sound of baby birds can be heard if you linger momentarily at our front door. I am thrilled of course, chickadees being my favourite and birds in general, a love of mine. To me there is no equal to their grace, beauty and all-around coolness. Anyway this little pair of bird parents made my day, my week, my month. And no, you can't see a bird in this photo--- you just have to take my word for it. They call that faith.
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