in the merry, merry month of May. Okay, I don't know the rest of the song. I swear, and my hubs will attest to this fact, I know the first verse to every song ever but that's it. I can't tell you who sang it or when or any other line from the song just.the.first.verse. Anyway, the last few weeks when I've taken a big brave breath and wandered out into the backyard there has been a tiny little bird following me...chirp, chirp, ever so softly. If I walk near the fenced areas she is on the fence 'talking' to me, almost in a whisper. If I walk near the house she jumps to the roof and walks along with me, chirp, chirp. Back and forth, up and down there she is. Never loud, never anxious, never fearful. Just chatty. (do you know what she is?)
I asked the hubby if he had seen a nest and he said he saw the bird but no nest and that she seemed to be hanging out by the garbage cans. So we checked over there...carefully, and found nothing. I decided to sit on the edge of my wrought iron patio chair which is in my secret garden and currently holding some lumber for a deck repair. I looked over to pull some weeds out of an overgrown planter and there it was. Hidden in plain sight.
This planter is about 15 inches off the ground and is grassy/weedy on the top. The eggs are not even out of sight from a predator. I was so surprised. And the whole time she was just standing on the fence watching me without a peep.
I know better than to mess with mother nature but what was this little mama thinking? Every day we check on them and they are still there and she is still on the fence. No sign of the Mr. And it has been raining hard the last few days, and cold. I keep thinking I should bring an umbrella and blankie out there. Gah, this mom stuff is tough.
How is your week going?