Of all the birds I watch, the ones which bring the greatest joy are bluebirds. A lovely couple have graciously accepted the home I offered last year and have set up house on the other side of our grassy garden, which we continue to call 'the tennis court' long after the old court was dug up and fence removed.
Momma and Papa are busy building a nest, which will soon be filled with four little blue eggs. Alas, I can only observe the comings and goings and surmise what is happening. Building, laying, nesting, feeding, hatching, feeding, growing, feeding, fledging, and little ones leaving to find a home of their own.
Will our young birds find a box in your garden next year?
