Tales of a British expat, transplanted into the lush Tennessee countryside. Lover of old, time-worn, and antique. Tea-drinker, flower-grower, animal-nurturer.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Each Spring the Bluebirds move into their nesting box and start a new family.
It is nestled beneath the arbor, and sheltered from harm by a lush canopy of creamy white roses and purple clematis vine.
If we are lucky, and can keep the squirrels at bay, a new generation of Bluebirds become part of our landscape.
The location has caught the eye of Mrs. Robin, and she has become smitten.
So much so, that she has boldly gathered sticks and mud, and built herself a sturdy little nest right on top of the nesting box roof.
This should be interesting.