Morning on the porch...
It's warming up, but I still put my coat on before going to the porch.
A large cup of coffe in one hand. A pack of evil, but delightful, Nat Sherman MCD's and a lighter in the other hand.
I settled into my rocking chair. The sunshine dividing the water on the clear corogated roof into lines of rainbows across the wall.
The house finches were flitting and shuffling their nesting materials between the ceiling joists.
Sitting quietly, enjoy the smoke that is all so wrong for me and taking a swig from the quickly cooling beverage, commotion!
From nowhere, a starling had worked his way into the narrow space between board and was robbing the finches of their nesting materials.
Was it my scornful glare or the angry squalking of the finches?
Either way, the starling flew off with a mouth full of nesting fluff.
The finches went about primping their violated nest.
I sat a little while longer. Pretending that I wasn't being protective of the small nesting birds.
Eventually, the coffee got cold, and the birds were left to sort things out for themselves.
It won't stop me from checking on them again tomorrow.
A large cup of coffe in one hand. A pack of evil, but delightful, Nat Sherman MCD's and a lighter in the other hand.
I settled into my rocking chair. The sunshine dividing the water on the clear corogated roof into lines of rainbows across the wall.
The house finches were flitting and shuffling their nesting materials between the ceiling joists.
Sitting quietly, enjoy the smoke that is all so wrong for me and taking a swig from the quickly cooling beverage, commotion!
From nowhere, a starling had worked his way into the narrow space between board and was robbing the finches of their nesting materials.
Was it my scornful glare or the angry squalking of the finches?
Either way, the starling flew off with a mouth full of nesting fluff.
The finches went about primping their violated nest.
I sat a little while longer. Pretending that I wasn't being protective of the small nesting birds.
Eventually, the coffee got cold, and the birds were left to sort things out for themselves.
It won't stop me from checking on them again tomorrow.