Who has been sleeping in my birdhouse?




Little drummer boy.



     I was having my morning coffee on the porch, surveying my domain when suddenly a flock of flickers landed on our light pole in a frenzy.  Love is in the air.  I made a mad dash for my camera, but wasn't fast enough.  Oh well, I figured today was a good day to wander around taking photos of the happy little birds enjoying their spring romance. 



    

The light pole lover.

She looked, but wasn't interested.



Not interested in much either.



   The forest is alive with a rat-a-tat-tatting as the male sapsuckers are trying to impress the ladies.  It is fun in the spring to watch and hear these guys all over the forest.  They keep the forest alive.

  

Happy bird.

      Besides following the sapsuckers I looked around to see who else was in the woods.  Of course there was the chickadees.  Such happy birds.  My grandmother loves them.  They are so curious.  Whenever I walk in the woods they follow along.

As the crow lands.

      I was surprised to see a crow.  They usually fly over on the way to somewhere more important.   I guess he may have been a lookout for our neighborhood hawk.  Later I saw a murder of crows attacking the hawk and driving him away. 

      I love blue jays.  When we lived in town I would put peanuts out every Sunday and the jays would come and politely take the peanuts one by one.  My country blue jays are a bit more skittish about people.  Any movement and they are gone!  I was lucky to even get this photo.

Signs of life.



Look blue sky!















         After taking some photos, I refilled my coffee cup and settled back on the porch.  It was then that I notice my new bird house was showing signs of use.  Sure enough there is a nest in there.  I resumed my chair and staked out the house hoping to find the builder.  Sounds like a good reason to sit on the porch and drink coffee.  I did finally find the culprit.  I wasn't very happy to find out who has been sleeping in my birdhouse.

A little snug!



Peek-a-boo



    That was my Sunday adventure.  Coffee, bird watching, coffee.  As you can see from the photo, it will be awhile before gardening is in the equation.  Happy Easter.