And I know this from experience. This may be a sweet looking bluebird but do not be fooled. Sorry for the bad quality picture (he really is blue) but I took this from inside the house, door shut because I didn't feel like having my eyeballs pecked out.You see, we thought this bird family business would be sweet. Not so. It was in the beginning when the birds were building their nest but it went downhill quickly.
The past few weeks we have noticed that there have been no birds at our feeder. A few days later Beau called me on his day off and this was our conversation:
Beau: "I think I know why we don't have any birds at the feeder."
Me: "Why?!"
Beau: "Because I just saw the male bluebird dive bomb the doves and cardinals at the feeder."
After researching bluebirds I found out that they become very territorial when they are nesting. This was a very telling quote I found on a webiste: "The male bluebird has been known to peck at windows when he sees movement inside or his reflection. Although this is not a deadly behavior for the animal it can become stressful for the bird and homeowners."
You think????
I also found out that apparently it's a big deal for bluebirds to nest in one's bird house. Good luck or something like that. On some of the websites I found people begging for suggestions on how to get bluebirds to nest in their yard. Sheer desperation I tell you. All short of announcing they would sell their children on the black market for a chance at bluebird nesters. I can only compare it to women writing in with fertility problems. "We've tried everything! The food, millworms, painting the birdhouse, mowing less, you name it and we've tried it but still no bluebirds. Help! What do we do!" I want to respond with, "I've got a pair of bluebirds you can have."
The other day I thought I would get close to the birdhouse just to listen for baby bird chirps. BIG MISTAKE. Instead I heard a distant squawking and looked on the roof of our house. There he was, Big Daddy Bluebird and he was talking to me. He then flew from the roof to the fence about 8 feet away. I kid you not when I say my heart started pounding because I knew what was about to happen. The bird flew from the fence and came right for me, wings flailing. I took off running and screaming like I was being chased by a linebacker with a shank.
So this is where we stand: Kendall-0, Bluebird-1.
I have resorted to throwing bread over the fence for the birds that choose to no longer risk it by eating at our feeder. I am ready for these dang baby bluebirds to fly the nest so their overprotective parents will leave us. Until then, I'm staying inside.
I was there for work. It's always nice to have a change of scenery but this is a big change.



Remove the meat, cut up a large white onion and put in pan with remainder of oil. Cook on medium until softened.






Oh the simple things in life. Happy Monday!!
Although I need one pre-assembled after Beau practically made me sign in blood stating that I would never again order anything online that had to be put together. For now I am very content with my bench!!


I hate basketball but have to admit that I became enthralled (dramatic word, huh?) in last night's NCAA Championship. I don't think anyone expected the game to be that good and that close. I felt so bad for Butler afterwards. Especially when the cameras showed them walking into the locker room. Everyone from the team looked devastated, tears and all.
I tried to get a picture of me "slaving" in the kitchen last night but kept cutting my head off in the picture so I took my picture in the microwave. Was it necessary to capture a picture of myself making potato salad? Probably not.
It is from Target and the measurements are perfect for the space. I'll be sure to post pictures once we have it set up. I'll even hang a picture above it to complete the look. By the way, is it normal to live in a house for a month and still have pictures on the floor and boxes in corners? If not, just tell me that it is.
