We've got birds. In the eaves. And I love it. My parents have eaves that have holes equally spaced apart. They used to extend the entire length of the house, but as my Dad begins a front exterior makeover, he has torn down some of the eaves.
This has forced the birds who were building their own little homes in the eaves to the eaves directly in front of the door and big picture window.
As a non-animal type of person, it's strange I enjoy birds so much. Right after my grandfather passed away, I was on a walk in my Meridian neighborhood, grieving and missing him. A small bird appeared on the sidewalk a few feet in front of me and started to sing. As I walked a long, the bird flitted from bush to bush along side me, communicating in it's lullaby ways. For some reason, the encounter lifted my spirits and calmed my emotions. Since then, I love taking moments to watch and listen to birds (in their natural habitat...not inside the house).
Friday, I opened the front door to head to work when immediately a patch of straw fell in front of me. I looked up to see a large beak poke through the hole in the eaves. I stopped, fascinated. Good thing, too, because within a few seconds, a large, sleek black bird (my mom thinks it's a woodpecker) swooped out of the hole and swooshed to the field across the street. I'll admit I screamed, and it was no lovely bird like melody, but I wasn't scared, just surprised. I stopped to watch for a little before scurrying off to work. Soon, the birds will be displaced as my dad works closer to their nests, but until then I'll enjoy.
Also, they keep leaving little white gifts all over the sidewalk for my parents. Thoughtful. I do avoid walking directly under the holes.
