BIRD FEEDER

Amy's mother is here this weekend to help us terrorize the neighborhood with our second annual garage sale.

Sue finally took a break in the action this afternoon to go and have a browse at the Wild Birds Unlimited store, which is right up her alley. This reminded me of Amy shopping at WBU for Sue early this spring when she came home with a birdhome for Rosa and a bird feeder for Stella.

I did my fatherly duty by hanging out Rosa's 2nd floor bedroom window (top right in the photo) to stick the home on the upper pane. There is a blind that hangs on the inside pane so the bird(s) can have some privacy but also allows one to peek into the nest. Well, what bird brain do you think is going to set up housekeeping in a wood box that is stuck to a high window by 3 suction cups when our neighborhood is a forest of towering mature trees with sapling houses that have sprouted up in long neat rows. You guessed it! Not even a bird brain would sign a contract for deed on this one - not even any lookers during the long open house. It is a good thing because one day this spring we were on the front lawn when the suction cups gave way and the birdhome came crashing to the ground!

Now, onto the feeder, which i don't understand at all. I've never seen one bird standing on the street corner with a "will work for food" sign. Is it the late bird we're trying to take care of here? Shortly after mounting the bird feeder, Stella was awakened in the middle of the night by what sounded like a burglar trying to break in her window. There are more walnuts and acorns around here than the squirrels know what to do with but it didn't keep one from climbing the outside wall of our house and up the screen to have a go at the food that was meant for those poor darn birds that just can't seem to get themselves out of nest at a decent time.

I happened to find this image below with the empty bird dwelling still hanging on. By the way, where did spring go?