Since we lost two 50-year-old tulip poplars not long ago, I happened to look out my living room window to check the yard just as a major storm was approaching, and I saw something strange on the doorstep of the birdhouse that the chickadees had been visiting. Did they get a delivery that they had not noticed? I had not heard the UPS truck. (This is not a great photo as I was hurrying to miss the rain.)
I remained on the porch and decided to watch just a little longer and what did I see?
(We had a tornado warning beeping on the radio as a distraction, so you will forgive my blurry shots.) Here is a wren peaking out of the door and throwing a beak full of the stuff to the ground. This was a deranged Heloise or perhaps that nasty noisy neighbor in Bewitched. As I watched she continued to fling more grasses through the hole and threw them high into the air with a twist of her head. She did not become discouraged that the wind blew them back into her face and over the top of the roof. Was chickadee interior design so bad? Was it a feng shui issue? Did it have bed bugs? Clearly in a big re-decorating mode, this Martha Stewart wren hopped up and began to clear off the roof as well! She WAS a bird on a mission!
I am not so amazed that she has thrown out the chickadee nest that I say them create just this spring and which perhaps they had abandoned ( I do not watch my neighbors that closely because I do have a life.), but more amazed that she is ACTUALLY using a bird house. In the past, as you may recall, my resident wrens behave like hippies and have used nail buckets, canoe bows, the end of the gutters and folded down lawn cushions, but never one of my bird houses! This should be interesting!