Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Build a Little Birdhouse in Your Soul




               This is a recycled blog I wrote on my family blog, March 2007.  But it's new to you!  I will try to post the two photos that go with it, at another time.  Finally added my baby robin pix (06-30-09).  They are out of order, but I'm done messing with this entry.    


     I can’t wait until the snow is gone and sound of lawnmowers and the smell of freshly cut grass fills the air.  I still love the snow, but since moving into our new home in the middle of November, we haven’t really gotten to enjoy our new yard except to rake leaves and build snowmen. 

     If you have the good fortune to have a bird pick your home (outside preferably) to start it’s family, you’d be amazed at the beauty and mess involved.  We were very surprised the first year we had a robin’s nest on our front door wreath.  If you can get along for a couple weeks without using your front door, then it’s not a problem.  We let nature take it’s course, and it just so happened that the door’s peep-hole was in just the right spot for the kids to climb up on a chair to see the mother bird, and the father bird take turns building the nest, sitting on the eggs, and feed the babies once they hatched.  The robins didn’t even know we were there. 

     It’s such a quick transformation from tiny, pink, wrinkly creatures to fluffy, feathered, little birds.  The kids got such a kick out of the whole experience, and an appreciation for nature up close.  Once the babies are ready to leave the nest, it’s just a little mess to clean up, but very much worth the trouble.  I highly recommend sharing your outdoor space with a critter or two.