This is the sixth spring I’ve looked out my window here at the Reporter at a small open-sided metal box under the eaves with a stiff wire protruding from it. Picture a little gray model of a theater’s stage and you’re close.
Tiny bird couples start fluttering in under the eaves beginning around April Fools’ Day. One perches on top of the box and the other on the wire. One ducks under onto the shallow ledge of the box, then the other takes a turn, checking it out for a nest. They fly away never to be seen again, replaced by other couples that come and do the same routine. (more…)