Nesting

After a few days of flying in and around the house and spending several hours in the crabapple tree considering the matter, a house finch has chosen to make her nest in the oak wreath on the front door of the little blue house in the village. As a result of her decision, there is a sign posted on the front door - guests, cards, letters, parcels and junk mail are being diverted to other portals, and we are keeping an eagle eye on the doings at our threshold to ensure that the finch is not disturbed by curious passers by or predators.

Everything seems to have ground to a halt here as we watch over the nest (from a distance, of course) and make sure that bird feeders close by are well filled to accommodate the little bird mother on the rare occasions when she pops her head out of the wreath and forages for food.

Since she is small, it is difficult to see the finch when she is hunkered down on her cosy nest amid the oak branches. I may be able to take a photo or three later, when she is more settled. At the moment, our feathered guest is a tad skittish and flies into the crabapple tree whenever we come around the corner of the house.