This morning I watched a Grackle take bits of straw from one of my flower beds and carry it off to the trees. It wasn't long until I saw another bird do the same thing. A pair of Carolina Wrens have already claimed one of my bird houses, and I have seen a robin building a nest in the bushes next to our carport.

Birdhouses are used as decorations in many backyards. They hang from trees or they sit on a pole. I have a neighbor who has a sizeable birdhouse collection. Do you have a birdhouse?

I have an antique birdhouse that I keep on top of my kitchen hutch. I like birdhouses and I like to take pictures of birdhouses.

Where do birds raise their young in your area? Do they build a nest or do they rent? How about a poem or some musings? Ficton or fact, we look forward to your entry.

Mr. and Mrs. Wren
Looked for a house, and when
They came upon a tree
As healthy as can be
They gathered twigs and moss
And laid them both across
The branch that had a nook
Close to the babbling brook
The nest was all complete
And Mrs. Wren did seat
Herself upon the eggs
Crossed both her little legs
Then closed her eyes to wait
For food from her Wren mate
She thought they'd fit just four
Around the soft moss floor
And happy they had spent
No savings for their rent
But built their home for six
Of soft green moss and sticks.

lint from the dryer, pieces of string
birds will build their nest with just anything
pieces of old yarn, bunnies from under your bed
twigs and brush, and hair from your head


they hunt for these scraps and build their Spring nest
who knows? maybe a contest to see whose is best
a soft and warm place to lay their blue treasures
that soon will bring them a parent's pleasure


talented Robins, and skillful Blue Jays
build their nests in just a few days
in the corners of porches, in birdhouses and trees
and the pleasure of watching them belongs to me

Spring has sprung, trees are green,
welcome back robins and their friends,
birdhouses by the dozen,
for the summer ones.


Old hat with a hole,
fancy ones, some oh so bold,
birdhouses by the dozen,
which one will they discover.


Pieces of wood with holes,
fancy scraps made into a house,
birdhouses by the dozen,
wonder if they are cousins?


Chirping birds gathering twigs,
then some soft grass,
birdhouses by the dozen;
how many little ones will there be?


All colors, all ilks there are,
hanging here and hanging there,
birdhouses by the dozen,
smile for soon it will be summer.

Small aviary home for rent.
Cedar wood construction with slant roof.
All natural air conditioning.
Solar heat makes this environmentally friendly “green” home complete.
Circular front door with adequate front “perch”.
Elevated to withstand flood waters and keep out predators.
Nice shade tree in back yard.
Close to lovely water feature and pear trees.
Abundant shopping opportunities for all your food supplies.
Educational facilities all around.
Unusual feature in a rooftop flight landing pad.
Former tenants very satisfied.
Some furnishings left by previous occupants.
References will be provided upon request.


If interested reply to Starbird55, at One Blue Bird Lane

Hanging down from
a tall tree
the bird house waits
for a visit
the birds spread out
their wings
their flight simulates
a circle
with no radius to be held
responsible.
Then they find a place to rest
even mate
and feed themselves.
Spring has arrived and I
need to buy more
bird seed...
to find myself right at ease.

Once upon a spring
The ivy swelled
On the red brick wall
As tho a ball
Had fallen from the sky
Lodged as in a spider’s web.


Then appeared a feather tuff,
A tiny egg broke, spilled
On the wetted ground.
‘Twas enough to say
Sparrow babes were on spring’s way


All this occurred
Without sound, no word
Unnoticed by the scurrying world,
For poorest feathers,
A nest was born.


For many years
Sparrows birthed, chirped,
Begged, played
For no one was given say
To disturb their sticked abode.


Alas, they careless were,
Left nest without a keeper.
A squirrel mom sneaked and stocked
And deeper, stretched
Those birds’ evicted home.


There formed a larger ball,
On that shaded wall, weighted,
Where squirrel babes curled,
Too fat with neighbor’s corn.
Fell through those sparrows' building,


The ivy flatted now
On that old brick wall
No more’s a home for sparrows,
None for squirrels
No home at all.

They're flitting about
materials to find;
a bit of twig here n a strong
piece of twine.


I see them, all sorts,
Hummers, Gackles n Wrens;
'tis Spring ~ building time,
when the love~bug descends.


When do they rest,
these avian homemakers;
t'will be egg~laying soon,
for the givers not takers.


The Mockingbird's singing
as it gathers its treasures;
cotton, hay n some string
it so carefully measures.


What joy just to watch
as they visit a birdhouse;
to discern it's the right size,
(I'm as a quiet as a mouse.)


As I view with delight
Spring's remarkable feat;
such busy birds n bees
ahhh, n flowers so sweet!

Two mates viewing a nest
Wondering which to choose
The Browns put them together
With fine boards and screws


Three eggs will soon appear
Making it a joyous home
These two will mate for life
Each never wanting to roam


Eleven to fourteen days
Little ones will soon appear
High upon this pole they'll live
..... And all without fear


Little birds of the forest
Are grateful for this house
They'll be free from all varmits
Even the one called..... mouse

MANY BIRD HOUSES
BUT SEEMS NOT ONE GOT RENTED
SMALL HOLE OR TOO HOT


NO SHADE TREE AROUND
LOCATION IN THE HOT SUN
CAT AND DOG ON WATCH


BIRDS CHECK HEAR,AND SEE
FLY AROUND LOOK FOR SAFE HOME
ALL IS QUIET NOW


THICK SHRUB FOR SPARROWS
NO OPENING TO CATCH THEM
BELOW BIRD FEEDER


ROBINS FOUND OLD NEST
BELOW DOOR UNDER DECK FLOOR
IN THE FAR CORNER


JUST NEW DRYER LINT
MAMA SAT IN FELT COMFY
SHARED WORM PAPA PULLED