We have been terrible landlords. It has been two years -- possibly three? -- since we cleaned out the birdhouses.
Each autumn, by the time we think of it, some of our sparrows have begun using the houses for winter shelter. And we never have been able to tell exactly when that phase ends and the nesting phase begins.
So today was the day. We have a generous half-dozen residences hanging under our deck, visible from the broad window in the lower level. The red house, in particular, is near to the window where I sew, and I monitor the comings and goings all through the nesting season. We get either three or four sets of baby sparrows from that house each year. And there's no reason to think the occupants of the other houses are any less prolific.
|Prime real estate: The Red House.|
|Here's what we cleaned out of the houses.|