Apparently a pair of expecting phoebe parents figured the robins must know what they’re doing, so they built their nest under the same roof, just 6 feet away.
The location of the phoebes’ nest, just a couple inches below the plywood roof, made it impossible to get a camera overhead to photograph the five white eggs the size of jelly beans. Finally, it dawned on me to mount a mirror above the nest.
One morning while I was doing the dishes, a chipping sparrow caught my attention. I watched its unsuccessful attempt to pull threads from old strips of clothing I had used the previous year to hold up my tomato plants.
The next day I went into the garden and pulled out several strands of threads and laid them on the pole. Then I went inside and waited. Before I could finish my second cup of coffee, that same bird came back and quickly found the loose threads.
The chickadees nesting inside a birch tree were easy to identify but I had to find my old field guide before I knew I had solitary vireos nesting in a fir tree and hermit thrushes nesting on the ground under the pines.
I never did find out where that sparrow flew off with the threads from my old Carhartts, though.