
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.