For several weeks now we have enjoyed watching the Tufted Titmouse couple fill one of our nesting boxes and take up residence. Recently we have noticed one of them flying from the feeder to the door of the house with food.
Nesting material hangs out the door. Part of the nest hangs outside the back door used for cleaning.
My husband found the back door on the ground below. He did not find any eggs.
Several times that morning the Titmouse flew into and out of the destruction, apparently trying to determine if anything remained to be salvaged. Around noon she stopped coming to the nesting box. The pair apparently decided to build elsewhere. Dang! We had so looked forward to fledglings.
I'm blaming the flying squirrels. Why? Because they recently enlarged the opening of another nesting box and moved in. I was sitting on the porch one evening at dusk when the house started swaying despite the absence of wind. Imagine my surprise and disgust when I saw one of the little devils squeeze his body though the opening. I had no intention of providing housing for those nasty critters. And that's the house the chickadees usually use.
On a more upbeat note...the mountains around us are full of greenery now. This weather which has been pretty rotten for us seems to be just perfect for the trees and grasses.
We finally gave in and turned the heat on once more. Hey, we are troopers but when the temperature is 60 degrees inside...