That being said, I wasn't sure what to make the fact that a mother bird built her nest on my porch last year. In someways, I was comforted to think she found my home a place of peace and safety. I wrote about the birds who had taken up residency last year in a blog post. You can read about it here, if you are interested. Once the birds hatched and flown away, my husband took down the nest for me so I could reclaim our favorite spot to spend summer evenings. There was a lot of clean-up to be done. The birds had made quite a mess of our porch by the time they had all moved on.
After the nest removal last year, I hoped Mama Bird would move on to some other prime piece of property this year. That didn't happen. About five weeks ago, I noticed she had built another nest in the exact same location. In fact, she had crafted her new nest and laid her eggs before I even realized she was there. We seldom use the front porch or the front door during the winter and early spring, so I guess not only did she establish residency during a time when things were quiet in her selected spot, but she also was able to take up her new home without us even noticing.
I'm not one to disturb a nest. I let her stay, but I still went about my business of getting the front porch ready for summer use. She would fly away when I showed up and would cry from the nearby tree until I quickly left her in peace. She finally allowed us to keep the front door open so we could see her nesting while we were inside the house. We could even walk by the door inside of the house without her flying off.
Then, a few days ago, my husband and I went out and bought all of our annuals to be planted for the year. As is our practice, we deposited on the front porch until we could get them planted. She was not at all happy with our constant use of the porch on Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday.
I noticed she was no longer hovering quite as close to the house, nor was she sitting in the nest on Sunday. I thought perhaps she had abandoned it. Feeling bad about that possibility, I opened the front door this morning so I could watch the nest for any activity as I ate my breakfast. No Momma Bird appeared. Then, after a short while, I noticed a tiny little head poke up above the edge of the nest. "Oh, we have babies," I thought. "The eggs have hatched." Soon, Momma Bird flew up to the nest with breakfast and began feeding her brood. My heart was relieved. I was so afraid she had abandoned her nest because I had invaded her space too frequently.
Now, we probably have a week or two before we can reclaim our porch completely again. I will be spending my morning breakfast time watching the new babies grow as they get ready to go out into the world.