Perched on the Edge, and Scared to Move On.
For the fifth or sixth year in a row, my deck has become a haven for baby birds. We have had a phoebe nest under there for many years, her nursery built higher and higher each spring until this year I wonder how Mama manages to fit in under the boards.
This year, like last year, we also have a family of tiny robins who have hatched under the deck. Every morning when I pull up my bedroom…