I have a new tenant. She is the nicest one I have had so far.There is a bird's next in the shrub by the front corner of my house. It has been there for about 8 years. Each winter it degrades a bit, but then a new mommy bird spruces it up and sets up her spot to sit on her eggs for the spring. Usually it is a red-breasted robin.
I love that the nest is inhabited annually. The fact that we haven't completely pushed nature out by our noise and pollution encourages me.
When I have peeked in on the progress of the nest in previous Springs, the mommy robin has dive bombed me, squawking and flapping, thinking I am a threat to her babes. But not this year.
The mom in the nest this year—a beautiful mourning dove, I think—is so sweet and trusting it makes my heart ache. Look at her sweet face. I love the tiny rim of light blue that rings her eyes. I can't wait to meet her babes.
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