The family went off to church yesterday and I stayed home. It was really good to just be. I sat outside with some tea and my bible and read. I read in 1 Thessalonians and in the Psalms and thought about my grandparents. Yesterday was their wedding anniversary. It would have been 57 years. Later, while I was praying, I heard a thunk, thunk. It seemed to be coming from our bird hotel.
When Pops and I were dating, he helped me build a CD storage tower. It was quite nifty. But in recent years, we've gone mostly digital and decided it was time to re-purpose it. Pops and Peter cleverly removed the knobs, drilled some holes, and attached it to a lone post out by the playhouse and the snowball bush. We all got a good giggle over it and didn't think it would really appeal to our feathered friends. Apparently, we were mistaken.
I pulled out my Stokes Field Guide, and determined that these two industrious parents are Black-capped Chickadees. They are flitting about the yard and readying their nursery with great enthusiasm. I'm not sure how big of a brood they are anticipating, as they are preparing the top two rooms for occupation.
"Good Morning!" they seemed to chirp to me. "Would you like to watch our little burgeoning family?"
Why, yes. Yes, I would.
