The entire front of the building I live in is glass. Four stories of windows facing the street. Vines crawl up and poke through the caulk between the panes, allowing for water damage. And so it was decided that the vines should be removed.
I get the decision. I'm in favor of it ... in theory. But the strong, thick vines have become home to bird's nest. I observe it every morning when I walk down the stairs. I noticed it because the
resourceful bird used a hank of bright red fabric, thin and netted, and laced it amid the twigs. I hated to think that a bird with such an eye for interior design would lose her home.
I'm happy to report that since they waited until after Memorial Day to remove the vines, the landscapers are removing an abandoned nest. I don't know where the bird went, but she moved away of her own volition before she could be evicted.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Birds have it harder these days. We seem to be tearing bits of wildlife's natural habitats and replacing it for concrete!
ReplyDeleteI do hope birdie found a suitable new pad for her to redesign!
I'm glad they waited until the birdie had gone on her way. Now everyone's house is ready for an upgrade. :)
ReplyDeleteGlad Birdie's house was vacant.
ReplyDeleteHopefully she found a fancier nest somewhere.
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