Ornery Birds
Yesterday, I erected two bird boxes. One was the bluebird box that’s been sitting on my workbench for a year because I had no way to attach it to its pole. During my pre-Christmas trip to Wild Birds Unlimited, I rectified that. The other was a little wren/chickadee box to replace Thom’s tufted titmouse box on the pole in the front garden. That box was always inhabited by chickadees, not tufted titmice. (In winter it was often inhabited by a hairy/downy woodpecker.) It succumbed to old age and a colony of bees. (The box, not the woodpecker, which for all I know is thriving yet.
This morning, two bluebirds are in and out of the chickadee box.
“Hey, guys. There’s a brand new bluebird box out back. That one’s not big enough for you and it has no baffle, so a snake will get the babies. I vow and swear, you guys are more trouble than the twins.”
