Well, everyone.....that's it for the week! It was a frog-strangler yesterday. Rained all day which took the last of the redbud blossoms off.
Speaking of fights.....now begins my annual fight with Phoebe. I know. Such a sweet, humble, harmless avian companion...right? Well....her building skills seem to lack some precision. Her technique incorporates the application of really, hard, durable MUD. Plus moss. Plus grass. Plus sticks...all GLUED to the rafters of the porch. It would not be so bad, except Phoebe forgets where she starts. So we wind up with five to ten nest-starts before she completes one. And I don't like her messy brood littering the porch with all manner of baby-Phoebe do-do. So, I wait until she completes one nest totally, and then--cruelly--remove it. The thing is--before you dress me down for it--there are PLENTY of other nest sights--which she handily locates after I evict her. Evicting her before she completes one nest simply results in more starts. So it's essential to wait until one of her attempts is fully realized before erasing it. The argument has begun.
Finally....somebody is going to have to try again. The windstorm visited several early nests and cleaned them out altogether.
It's called a housing crisis! A type of foreclosure.
Have a delightful weekend, everyone! Thanks for your kind words and your friendship! I treasure you!
See you next week!