A reader encouraged me recently to place more birdhouses in my backyard, even thought the two I have are vacant. (Strength in numbers?)
I think I know why I can’t attract birds.
1. Seven neighbourhood cats.
2. One dog on the other side of my fence.
3. One dozen evil squirrels hiding in the trees.
["Veer? What's a veer?": photos GAH]
4. And this just dawned on me this morning - after a big cup of coffee. The one pictured above is surrounded by spruce branches - and some birds like to have a clear path through the air to their nest.
["For the sports minded bird"]
How would they be able to get their young to leave the nest if the flight path appeared hazardous?
“If I jump out I’ll hit that big branch, Pops” the young would say. "My life would be over before it began."
“Just hop out and veer to the right.”
“Veer? What’s a veer?”
So, today, after a few jobs are finished, I’ll move the house to a better spot, one with no darn veer problems.
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