As I ate my oatmeal this morning, snow was falling lightly but steadily on the bright yellow Forsythia bushes, trying to disguise the fact that it's Spring. The cats, Beansy and Lub-Lub, were sitting on the window sill watching the birdies. On the other side of the glass, the thistle-seed sock was covered with little Goldfinches wrangling for position. A couple of Robins and a Dove shared the rim of the bird bath. Earlier, a Flicker woodpecker had been rat-a tatting up near the chimney and I could hear the Starling's assorted chirps, whirrs, clicks and peeps from the front of the house. Beansie cat took off for the front door, alarmed, when she heard them tapping near the peep-hole. They were on the front porch, apparently in my wreath on the door.
The big wreath, with a small decorative nest nestled amidst an assortment of "Spring-y" greenery and flowers, has been a target for the birds every spring. The nest, although storebought, is very realistic and came with a few faux eggs lightly glued inside. One egg disappearred. Hmm? Another, I blamed it on a violent windstorm. Soon they were all gone! Where were the eggs going? I hot-glued in some new ones, these were the real deal, pretty little quail eggs. These didn't disappear but were crushed in the nest! Now I had an idea who the culprit was. I cleaned out the crushed remains and replaced them with sturdy, plastic eggs fused to the nest with heavy dollops of hot glue, these babies weren't going anywhere!
Sure enough, sitting in the living room reading one day, I noticed a Magpie perched on a branch of the flowering Pear tree. He soon swooped across the lawn to my porch where I heard him land on the wreath with a scrabble of claws and pecking. He flew off, disappointed, his beak empty.
So, although the snow flies, Spring is here, it can't be held back! Even the Magpies are gathering the peat moss left in the empty planter baskets for their nests. They are naughty birds but I, and the cats, love them!