There are definitely baby birds in there, but we are too terrified of who we’ve identified as “daddy bird” to go out and try to get a better look. He just sits on the porch railing with his chest all puffed out and STARES AT THE DOOR. I’ve started going out the front door and around the house to get to the garden and composter.
While we were on vacation, a bird built a nest on the ladder right outside our screen door.
When I first noticed it I wasn’t sure what to do. My initial thought was to move it. We even tipped the ladder to confirm there were no eggs in it. But then I noticed the bird on a nearby tree, watching me in that freaky side-head way birds have of watching you, and I realized she’d probably just finished building it and was about to settle in. And who am I to deny a bird getting ready to have some babies, right? So we let her stay, figuring it wouldn’t be too long.
Anyway, you may remember that we got back from vacation over two weeks ago. The bird is still here. There is no evidence that there are baby birds on the horizon. Is she infertile? Delusional? Maybe I should Google how long it takes to gestate a bird?
We’re trying to avoid the porch while she’s there, but this is key porch-sitting weather here and I’m starting to get anxious. Have those babies, bird! And then move away!