One of the things I love about our home is how close to nature we are. Not only am I walking distance from forest paths, we have many trees in the neighbourhood that shelter all sorts of wildlife. It gets a little crazy actually.
Our neighbour, for example, has ducks in her pool. She hasn't opened it yet, so I guess they aren't actually in the pool. But they seem to enjoy the 2 feet of water in her pool cover. Sitting in my back yarn knitting, I'll hear Donald Duck quacking, followed shortly by heavy flapping as the duck flies over head. Thankfully, he hasn't bombed me as he files by.
The squirrels are a little nuts too. They've been digging up my plants. I put in a nice little greenhouse plant, and Mrs. Squirrel thinks that I've hidden some tasty tid-bit for her too. So she digs up my plant. The other day I found my basil resting neatly on a rock in the garden. A victim for sacrifice, or apologetic peace offering, I don't know.
Perhaps I'm a little too nice, because even with all the lovely trees, such as locusts, maple, pine and oak, the birds are using my house for nesting. Here's the wall next to my front door.
Every time I step in and out of my house I'm treated to the most darling little chirps and tweets. Can't see where it's coming from?
I almost felt bad gardening over the long weekend because we were keeping mama bird from her nest.
We had a little damage over the winter that we didn't get around to fixing yet. One of the light fixtures lost its lid. No worries though, our helpful wild life fixed the problem.
It was pretty hot in London Ontario today. I hope the little guys are doing okay. I took the risk of standing on a chair and angling my camera over the nest and found four fat robin squabs.
Needless to say we do NOT turn on that light.