Washing dishes by hand, I hear birdsong,
scrambling against siding, clambering into the attic
where the fluttering dies.
Amusement tickles my chest as I wonder if it’s the fertile bird from last year
or its offspring planning a family in the squatter’s nest above me.
What can I do?
I was the fool who forgot to replace the screen in time.
And how can I tell the bird that home is not where you find it?
Thanks Queen – how are you? Guess I’ll bop on over to your blog and see. LOL.
Oh, sweet thoughts… it made me remember that today while on my walk, I passed an abandoned house that [had] a circular attic window in the peak of a gable. In the circle, was perched a turkey vulture and nearby was its mate. I think I’ve found its nesting site! Clever birds.
Yes, indeed you did! How cool. Plus, I love the look of turkey vultures. Glad you got out for a walk. These things keep me sane. Waiting for it to stop raining so I can play in the garden. Take care, Eliza!