Look who’s waiting to fly ! There are four of these tiny wonders in the nest on top of the
column by our front door.
It is the third batch of babies in the pretty moss-filled nest this spring. There are nests
on the other columns on our porch, too. We have to be ready to duck because the parents
swoop out of the nests when we come onto the porch. When we open the front door, we
have to go easy or we’ll be spending our time shooing birds back outside and cleaning up
droppings. Sometimes, a nest is built in the wreath on our front door and, if we don’t catch
it in time, we can’t use that door till the babies have flown. Look at Bird #2 sitting on top of
Bird #4 (below). This nest is way too crowded ! Just think how nice it will feel to fly after
this claustrophobic situation.
One year, we had baby foxes in our back barn which meant we couldn’t go in with
customers for the few months it took for them to grow up and go off. Watching the fox cubs
play in the yard, tumbling over each other, climbing onto industrial carts and tipping back
off again is something we’ll never forget. These are bonuses, pleasures we never expected
when we moved to the country.