I walked out of the garage today and noticed that the springtime miracle had occurred: Tiny peeping was coming from the birdhouses I hung up just a few months ago. As I stood quietly, the parent birds came and went, totally wrapped up in feeding the chicks. I spent a little time sitting on the porch, watching the activity. We’re feeding and housing quite the little community of birds these days.
It makes me very happy to know that all one has to do, really, is provide a little birdhouse, and in short order there will be baby birds in it.
The peeping is very small, but insistent.
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