As spring unfurls the birds are busy in the garden. The magpies have begun their annual swooping, ferociously guarding their nests and divebombing Edward on his bike as he makes his way through the paddock to the school bus each day.
In past years the blue wrens have nested in the big pots of star jasmine that flank the front door. They are the most adorable birds, tissue weight and joyous. Along with many others they love to bath in a big iron bowl we have filled with water - their needle toes grip easily onto the rusted rough sides and they somehow manage to splash water for metres around. Such a pleasure to watch.
Edward once rescued a wren from a water trough, its drenched body tiny and unable to fly. He nestled it into a flannel in a shoe box, expecting it to die. After a short time we heard noise from the box, opening it to find a dry, fluffy bird, twice the size and ready to return to the garden. We now place rocks or wire mesh in our troughs upon which these little birds can find their feet.
The birds are one of the many reasons we garden. It is both humbling and rewarding when they choose our garden as their home. We have mindfully planted to attract birds, encouraging them with trees, flowers and layered thickets of growth. We have chosen not to keep cats - though we would certainly appreciate their mouse catching ability, their hunting prowess would be detrimental to the birds that have made their home in our garden.
Have a great weekend all.