After it stormed Thursday night, I was sad to spot this in the yard the next morning:
I don’t think the bird even had the chance to lay her eggs. Sadder still, after it stormed again last night, the nest was nowhere to be seen.
Ever since we moved into our house, I become anxious when it is windy. While the home inspector said our roof should last another five years, the reality is that the adhesive is failing. Strong gusts of wind force the shingles to pop up or, worse, blow off the roof. Peter has nailed or caulked most of them back in place, but we are now out of nails and caulk. Fortunately, the replacement shingles are sitting on pallets beside our garage waiting for us to install them in April.
The poor nest-less bird has to start from scratch.
Gillian Welch & David Rawlings – “Wind and Rain”