Open door, open invitation

Apparently, leaving your garage door open most of the time because it’s wet in there most of the time is an open invitation.

Note: The his and hers snowblowers might be our way of ensuring it doesn’t snow anymore (you’re welcome). Or they might just reflect a lack of anywhere to put them inside. Oh, and “his and her” is a euphemism for “both his; one that works and one that doesn’t.”

Apparently, any Thomasina, Dick, or Harriet (Dick is a stay-at-home dad) considers the open door an invitation to move right in.

Any cozy spot will do — assuming a pile of hoses and extension cords is your idea of cozy.

While I noted Mr. and/or Mrs. Sparrow or Wren flying in and out and figured some shenanigans were ensuing, I failed to notice this nest, which is directly in front of me as I get in my car, until Mike pointed it out. (Do not call me Ms. Observant.)

Lovely craftsmanship! I especially like the free-form landscaping — it really makes the place, don’t you think?

Unfortunately, I haven’t seen mom or dad lately, nor do I see any offspring-to-be. While I am mildly concerned about this, I am also grateful not to have to ponder the ecological impact of relocation or worry about cleaning bird poop off the car and everything else in the garage. But I do wonder, how long should I let this stay here, and what should I do with it if I remove it? As a DIY homeowner myself, I can’t bear the thought of all this hard work going to waste.

The ornaments of your house will be the guests who frequent it.
~ Author Unknown


  1. mel said,

    Monday, April 4, 2011 at 9:34 pm

    oh my. at the risk of sounding heartless: move it. toss it. or arrange it neatly in the crook of a small tree out back.

    I was charmed by one once, and then bird mites moved into everything that had been nearby or under the nest. that cured me quickly.

  2. loverofchrissy'scakes&scones said,

    Wednesday, April 6, 2011 at 10:16 am

    BIRD MITES!!! now that creeps me out….and reminds me of a rather unpleasant story. friends of ours, 2 artists now famous, lived in a lovely apartment in boston when first married. they spent many a delightful weekend lounging in bed. soon they discovered bites about their bodies with increasing alarm. puzzled was the doctor and uncertain the source of their rashes they discovered it was mites, not dust but bird! apparently there was a hole in the ceiling directly above the bed and nestled above the hole in the ceilling rafters was a bird’s nest in use. the mites were falling through the hole and into their bed!!!!

  3. WritingbyEar said,

    Wednesday, April 6, 2011 at 11:52 am

    OK — Mel convinced me and then Lover sealed the deal. The nest is now relocated to a holly tree out back. I was sad to see 5 tiny speckled eggs inside — nuthatch eggs, I think. I’m sure something happened to mom & pop because no sign of activity. If the eggs are still there in a couple weeks, I’ll bring them inside to add to my “naturalist” display. Poor little birdies.

  4. pawsinsd said,

    Monday, April 11, 2011 at 2:26 am

    Ooh, sorry in some senses, as we knocked down a cliff swallow’s nest from last Spring/Summer so not to provide them with a fully furnished condo three feet from my husband’s pillow. Don’t worry, they’ll build again when they return. For now it’s still snowing/melting/snowing. Cranes are back, our usual couple, lots of ducks and a few geese so far, plus redwing blackbirds and now, robins. The tallest, fattest robins I’ve ever seen and they look forward to worms on their newly-plowed path right behind our house. It’s always good to see what you’re up to. You take care, now. Dee

  5. robbie said,

    Monday, April 18, 2011 at 4:48 pm

    If garages were designed to be kept open there wouldn’t be doors!

  6. WritingbyEar said,

    Monday, April 18, 2011 at 4:55 pm

    Agreed! And if we had a normal garage, it wouldn’t be so wet that we feel we need to leave the door open so it can air out.

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