Several years ago, a mud-building nester made a little home under the eaves of the porch. The nest fell, and M3 built a little box out of scrap wood, which he attached to the eave in about the same place, and put the nest in it. The birds snubbed their noses and left. For years this little box was ignored by all but spiders.
But this year, first one little bird, then two made a nest. They had two eggs, and then two fledglings, and eventually just 1 fledgling. No, we don’t know what happened to the second. I assume, and yes I might be an ass in this assumption, the smaller of the two was pushed out of the nest, a sacrifice to the cat gods.
The First Day of Summer dawned, and our little bird family left :(.
The first picture I took was of one of the parents on the dogyard fence. I emailed this picture around asking for bird identification, as I am lucky to be able to simply tell the difference between geese, ducks, and chickens. My knitting friend C. identified this bird as a Flycatcher, and most likely a Cordilleran Flycatcher.
At any rate, we enjoyed watching the parents feed the chicks for a few weeks. They would each return with a variety of bugs, including dragonflies – which surprised me because I haven’t observed too many things eating dragonflies.