Well, I think I’ve established that I am incapable of doing a Wordless Wednesday without words. Can I just call it Wordy Wednesday and be done with it?
Our home is at an age where everything is falling apart at regular intervals. Some pipe or another bursts in a 12 month cycle. Last year’s was one in the slab. This year, the burst pipe was in a less critical area but the paint is looking tatty aand in need of some touchups. While we’re at it, we decided to replace the nasty 80’s teal trim with a more neutral color. The painters arrived early this morning to begin the process.
“What about the birds?” I asked my husband, when we were planning the repaint. He looked askance, then I pointed to the two dove nests we have watched faithfully over the last 6 years. “We’ll go around them,” he agreed.
Sure enough, I was halfway to my destination this morning before realizing neither of us had passed on this vital information to the painter. So off I go, racing home in order to ensure the nests remain unmolested, even if it means a couple of big teal spots under the eaves.
This one has been vacant off and on, but the residents usually come back in the spring.
Hello! Sorry about the noise!
The painters told me they usually remove the nests to paint and then put them back, but I worried they would mess them up and render them unusable. So I said no, just leave them and please be careful. I don’t know enough about bird behavior to know their tolerance for that sort of thing. Besides, I’m pretty sure the bird in the second picture is waiting for an egg to hatch, and I want to leave her alone.
The birds need somewhere safe to hide from all the roaming bobcats, after all.