06/02/2025
They finally picked our box.
After years of watching them come and go—curious but never committing—a pair of bluebirds has finally decided that our backyard is home.
They’ve chosen our birdhouse for their second clutch of the year (the first clutch they nested somewhere else), and I feel oddly honored by it. There’s something about bluebirds that’s always felt personal to me. I love them all, but these are my favorites.
And I have to say… this little mama is a machine.
She’s been working nonstop for the last four days. From sunup to sundown, she brings one piece at a time—sticks, pine straw, grasses—and builds it with such care.
Every five minutes, a new addition. All day long.
There’s a sense of urgency and purpose in everything they do. No overthinking. No hesitation. Just… doing what needs to be done.
And the male? He perches on top like her personal bodyguard. Occasionally flies in to inspect her progress, but he’s not carrying nesting material. Not that I’ve seen. She’s doing all the heavy lifting.
And that’s how it goes.
Once the eggs are laid and hatched, he’ll take over with most of the feeding. And after they’ve fledged, he’ll show them where to find food and water, how to use the birdbath, how to be a bird in the wild.
It is a beautiful thing to witness it up close. And I don’t take it lightly. It feels like an honor that they’ve chosen our backyard—our little corner of the world—as a place to raise their young.
I’ve already taken about 100 photos already and the pics below are just a few of them. So stay tuned.
But for now, I just wanted to share this little piece of joy from our backyard.
There’s really no place I’d rather be.
💙💙💙
Eastern Bluebirds, nesting, in my backyard. 🐦
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