|It snowed a bit on April 8.|
|My hands are strong enough for houseplants.|
The bottom line is this: I haven't clipped a dead stem or pulled a weed since last September. Instead of dwelling on it, I've been forced into the role of observer and houseplant hobbyist. My observer side has been rewarded with a bevy of birds that have passed through or, in the case of many, stayed to hang out in my garden.
|This suet is made for bluebirds.|
Birds arrive in flashes out of the corner of your eye. In the case of the Eastern bluebirds, my eye told my brain it was not a blue jay, which are pretty common in my garden.
I was so excited, I ran down the hall to get my camera and attach its long lens, grab the tripod and sneak outside for a better look.
As it turned out, the rush wasn't necessary. The pair of bluebirds were looking for food, which we'd provided by setting out some yummy suet. And it seems they've come to stay.
|The male hangs out on a wire near the nesting box.|
Operating on previous evidence that my life is a cross between a Seinfeld episode and a Dickens novel, I asked the woman a question. "Do you live near Dogwood Park?"
She looked at me somewhat suspiciously.
"Yes, I do," she admitted.
It was as I'd suspected. She lived a block away from me and we were likely both seeing the same pair of bluebirds. So the nesting box my husband installed would either be the neighbor's bluebirds second home, or there was more than two bluebirds in the neighborhood. Either way, I am happy to have the little blue guests.