Dell was motivated to move quickly as well [for entirely different reasons] and he chose the tree nearest the driveway as his resort du jour. I stood hugging my body close, ready at the first opportunity to dash back into the warmth of indoors.
Suddenly, without warning, a loud whoosh of flapping wings skimmed the top of my head! An angry momma bird, letting me know I'd entered her territory ~ and I'd better watch out!
I was stunned.
The little bird house that the Israeliboy had made many years ago was her landing pad, and quickly the sound of little chirps from within began a cresendo of demands for food.
I was tickled.
The day progressed, and then waned into one of the most beautiful evenings we've had in southern Mississippi for some time. Taking advantage of the weather, the entire family ventured out of doors, I with my camera, hoping for a glimpse of the nesting Momma.
She didn't disappoint.
We're still discussing what breed she might be. Does anyone recognize her breed?From House Finch to Crested Nutbrown, and several thoughts in between, she remains an enigma.
A beautiful one, though, as she nurtures her littles in the Little House On The Tree.