Photo by Audrey Pavia
Enterprising family finches made a nest in our old-fashioned hurricane lamp .
This daybreak was typical . I dragged myself out of bed to get quick for work , bleary - eyed from staying up too tardily watching episodes ofDexter(trying to get caught up since my married man Randy and I just discovered the serial after 4 class — where have we been ? ) . I fed all the critters — a 20 - minute rite — and then sit down to corrode something . As I sit at the kitchen table in a stupor , listening to the wassailer oven timekeeper retick away , something outside the window caught my centre .
A bird . closely to the menage .
It fly to the slatted patio cover version and then vanish . Where did it go , and what was it doing on the terrace ? Nothing there but some stuff hanging : windchimes and a couple of Bell and old lantern we pick up at passee stores . The bird tributary were in the front railway yard , whereFoxy the Urban Barn Catrarely go . So why the avian interest in the patio?I do n’t do caffein ( Doctor of the Church ’s orders ) , so my morning shock continue for awhile as I crunch on my breakfast . While swallowing my last bite , I saw it again out of the corner of my centre — a shuttle . Okay , something was going on . When you see a bird issue forth back to the same place doubly in a issue of minutes , there ’s a grounds . I went outdoors . It was a female House Finch , a little brown bird aboriginal to Southern California but see everywhere in the U.S. The boys are a scrap more colorful than the girl . Their brown bodies are embellish with a cherry-red head and neck opening . Lady Finch was hanging on the side of an sometime , cream - color in atomic number 26 hurricane lamp we had picked up somewhere . When she saw me , she fly off . I then noticed sprig poking out of the bottom . Seems Lady Finch was building a nest inside the lamp . The lamp ’s ornate ironwork did n’t leave any spaces big enough for a bird to enter on the sides . I walked all around it as it sway in the cinch . How did she get in there ? Then I find that the bottom — where the twigs were poke out — had a pickle in it giving enough to correspond a small taper . Seems that is where the female finch — and no doubt her mate — were getting in and out of the lamp . I stood underneath it and looked up , wondering several thing : Once the nest was built on top of the yap in the lamp , how would the birds get in and out ? How would they remain dry in the torrential El Nino downpours we have been getting with such a “ holey ” roof to their home ? And most importantly , how would the baby birds stay inside a nest that was built over a hole?The answers to these questions remain to be see . you’re able to be trusted I ’ll be observe a close eye on the Finch Family as they undertake lifetime in a hurricane lamp .
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