The Birds

I guess it should come as no surprise that birds love our big pillars. They’ve been building their nests there for years, as long as we’ve lived in this house. It’s high up; it’s protected. While we enjoy these cute little creatures, their poop has been slowing destroying our front porch. I guess it’s the acid that eats away at the cement if we don’t get it washed off immediately. But with so many birds, sometimes we are neglectful.

I took pictures through a screened window last week. In one of the four nests there are five, yes, count them, five baby birds. As I watched in fascination, all five little mouths would open wide the minute the mother bird flew anywhere near them. It reminded me of my grandchildren—when I walk by with candy in my hands. I have to admit, the quintets are so darling that I’m forgiving of the mess they make on the porch.

From the two upstairs bedrooms and bath room, we can view all four nests, and it’s delightful.

Quintets (in Nest #1)

Nest #2

Nest #3

Nest #4

The mess below