I learned last spring that one can get away with having Christmas greenery and lights up on a porch until April in Minnesota. Since there is still snow on the ground, it just works and seems acceptable.
(On Instagram, a reader and I dubbed the snow pattern on this door “snowmbre”. Get it? Snow…ombre? Moving on.)
But, the live greenery was starting to look sad just before Junk Bonanza, so I took a bit of time to take it down.
Just before I did that, though, Jeff pointed out that there was a bird’s nest in the wreath. I hadn’t noticed it, because it’s built in the top, left, inside corner of the wreath. It’s really nestled in there and you can’t see it when you’re looking head-on at the door. He told me we needed to remove the nest, so we don’t have birds pooping all over the door and the porch and swooping down on us when we’re just trying to get in and out of our house.
Well, we didn’t remove the nest quickly enough and mama bird laid two eggs.
And then two more…
And then a fifth egg…
I was starting to think the Duggars moved into the nest on my front door, but the parents seem to have decided that five is enough.
When there were only two eggs in the nest, I looked up the process for moving the nest to a safer, more convenient place and I learned that it’s illegal to move an active nest of native birds. So, the nest is staying. Secretly, I’m glad that we are legally obligated to leave the nest (Jeff was pretty determined to move it). Maybe I’ll change my tune when the babies are making a mess, but there is something sweet about nature happening right on our door.
So, now I’m on egg watch. Since the nest is at the top of the wreath, I can’t see the eggs unless I hold my phone up to take a picture and see what’s happening. It’s been fun to watch the mama bird move the eggs around. They are sometimes in different positions when I do my daily check. Usually, the mom will fly away when we open the door. I’ve gotten in the habit of opening the door slowly and giving the mom notice, so she flies to a nearby tree instead of inside the house. There have been a couple of times when I open the door slowly and she just sits there, looking at me like, “Excuse me.” But, then, she’ll relent and fly away, so I can exit my house.
We just had a few inches of snow last week, so I’m glad the babies were under the shelter of our porch. I found myself thinking, I hope our little eggs are okay!
I’m getting too invested…
I am not a bird-watcher, so I’m not sure what variety we have. I thought they were robins because I saw some hanging out in our front tree and I thought one flew there from the nest, but when I’ve gotten a closer look at the mama bird, she seems smaller than a robin. Someone on Instagram suggested a finch. Any ideas just from the nest and eggs? I’ll try to get a picture of the mom.
In other garden/spring news, most of the beautiful boxwoods I planted last year died over the winter.
Some of them are salvageable, but over half of them are past the point of no return. Fortunately, I bought most of them at a local nursery and they have a one year guarantee. So, I’ll go back in a couple of weeks and get some replacements. We had the coldest winter in almost 20 years and record snowfall in February, so they had to stand up to a lot. Next year, I’ll do some research on winterizing them, so they can have a better chance at survival. These are green velvet boxwoods and they are supposed to do fine in this zone. I have noticed larger, more established boxwoods in our neighborhood that survived. I think my boxwoods were just too young and not well established.
I am hoping to see the Sweet Autumn Clematis coming up soon along with the hostas.
Spring comes late here in Minnesota…