In this sequestered nook how sweet
To sit upon my orchard seat
And birds and flowers once more to greet.
William Wordsworth (1770 – 1850)
Every home has a story. I had this birdhouse stashed away for 15 years in the basement until one day my husband said, “What’s the story with this house?”
I offhandedly quipped, “It’s from an old boyfriend who made it for me. I don’t know what to do with it.”
My husband unabashedly replied, “Well let’s bring it out to the yard and see what we get!” (Now that’s hospitality!)
We placed it cavalierly on the deck rail and within a few days bluebirds came shopping for a home. They bought while we watched. But, it’s not a bluebird house!
Did you know that the male and female bluebird mate for life? Do you think it was coincidence that they found our house? It’s not an ordinary bluebird house high up in the tree – it’s more like a rambling Victorian with many rooms built for a large family. And, it sits in plain sight of where we can watch up close. They’ve never been timid or spooked. They are love on display. There are four blue eggs in the nest inside right now.
When you lay out the welcome mat, the most unlikely guests show up.
This is the fourth year for the house and its resident bluebirds. It was looking worn so I remodeled it last fall before putting it away for the winter. Same colors, just a few added wooden touches.
When the eggs hatch the parents will feverously go in and out to feed the babies insects, crickets, and larvae. After about 30 days the parents stop feeding the birds. Ready to fly, the baby birds leave the house to find their own food. We remove the roof and clean out the house and watch…a second family usually moves in before summer’s end.
Remodeling the birdhouse after three years of occupation.
See photos about “Bluebirds: From egg to empty nest.”