Apparently the mortgage crisis has hit the bird housing market as well. It seems our lovely chickadee couple and their darling sextuplets have fled in the middle of the night to avoid foreclosure. (Is anyone safe from these unscrupulous mortgage lending practices?) I believe we have identified the culprit.
A few weeks ago my husband witnessed a wren checking out the place. First, it sat on the railing by the bird house, assessing it. It made its way to the roof, and then tried to take a peek inside the house from the perch. Momma chickadee ran it off in a fuss. Suspiciously, there are now five white and brown speckled eggs in the nest inside…the very number wrens lay. Hmmm…makes you wonder who was holding the chickadees’ mortgage!
We have not met the newest neighbors…haven’t even seen them around. It will be interesting to see just how long they will stay. Instead of putting forth the effort to make them a cake…I think I’ll just take them store bought cookies.
