On the heels of the robin debacle yesterday, I sure wasn’t looking forward to seeing what progress my fractious feathered friend(s) made in the past 24 hours, so I procrastinated going to the front door this morning.
As has been my morning routine for about the last four or five months, along with checking out the weather before I go outside, I also spread peanuts on the porch for my furry and feathered friends. As you know, that ritual all began with tossing out a couple of peanuts to one critter, that cute gray squirrel I named “Grady” way back in the Fall. Now the “breakfast club” that convenes on the porch includes a fox squirrel, black squirrels, jays and cardinals.
I steeled myself for the mischief as I walked down the hall …
I opened the door, the bag of peanuts at the ready. Right away I couldn’t help but notice a long and skinny strip of blue cellophane dangling at eye level and blowing gently in the breeze. I looked up to discover half of the coach light elbow was filled with a collection of twigs, brush and long strands of dead grass. There were even some pieces of newspaper balancing atop of the nest fixin’s and some of that debris had landed on the mailbox lid.
While shaking my head, I spread some peanuts onto the porch and resolved to nip this nest-building venture in the bud before it was too late, i.e. blue eggs, hatchlings and chicks, the likes of these:
I ran around collecting a few supplies as I decided to do this quick-and-dirty job from the door stoop rather than pulling the car out of the garage and dragging out the ladder, thus missing my walk.
However, in my haste to pull down this nest in progress, I made a faux pas … I forgot to be mindful of the porch pals. When I opened the storm door to poke the nest materials into the garden with a sturdy piece of cardboard, four squirrels scattered to the wind, then quickly regrouped at the base of the steps with a reproachful look that said “you scared us – we were eating peanuts!”
I took two flimsy grocery store bags, filled them with more store bags, then poufed them to fit into the elbow and on top of the light, all the while muttering that I wasn’t running a nursery here. Finished, I took a look – well, it was no candidate for “House Beautiful” but I crossed my fingers it would do the trick.
A whole lotta of cheeping and chattering going on.
I stayed at the door a few minutes. I had that uncomfortable feeling that I was being watched – the squirrels with their unblinking gazes, still circled around the steps and the male cardinal cruised on by, as did the blue jay. The blue jay screeched, an obvious attempt at getting me to close the door so this tall human was not looming through the glass, or hovering near those peanuts, so they could be snapped up and enjoyed. Hmm – so what about this sass coming from my little menagerie?
And then there was the robin sitting in my neighbor’s tree, most likely the primary builder of the home for his missus. It didn’t take long for that bird to discover its handiwork was gone. I could see the scowl and hear the chattering through the storm door glass. While he had visions of “Home Sweet Home” I pictured the coach light crashing down with the weight of a couple of worm-filled robins nearly ready to fledge like this pair.
I was tempted to run and grab the camera to capture the moment for this post, but instead I tossed out some more peanuts, a little peace offering to the pouting porch pals for their inconvenience. I felt a little guilty. After all, I enjoyed monitoring the neighborhood and Park robins and their offspring, then sharing those photos in my blog posts in the Spring of 2018. I know it is all about location, location, location – just as the ads state, but, I just couldn’t have them setting up house there … anywhere else I’d have been agreeable to. After all, who doesn’t want to witness the miracle of life before their very eyes?
Perhaps I’ve tarnished my crown of nature lover just a little?
I’ll leave you with this quote below; the full version of the poem can be found at the attached link: https://allcreaturesgreatandsmall.com:
All things bright and beautiful, All creatures great and small, All things wise and wonderful, The Lord God made them all. ~Cecil Frances Alexander
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