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There’s No Place Like Home

There’s No Place Like Home

There’s No Place Like Home

The other day as I parked the car at home I lingered to listen to the end of a chapter of an audio book. I saw a little Chick-A-Dee right outside my car. The little bird hopped about my garden and the white picket fence along the edge of the yard. Then I realized there were two. A pair, although in the quick flits from post to tree there was no way of discerning who was the Mr. and which the Mrs.

It was then that I realized they were dropping down in to the hollow top of the fence post. I assumed there were some tasty bugs in the decaying wood. I sat in my car longer and watched several times as the little bird disappeared into the post only to pop up moments later like toast from the toaster.

I finally got out and walked down the sidewalk to the kitchen door listening to a harsh scolding as I stopped and peered at the hole in the post. I pass this a million times a week and had not noticed how bad it had rotted. To my surprise there were no bugs in the hole just a long dark hole.

Down in the depth of that post somewhere not juicy bugs, but home sweet home. The next day the ambitious pair began to fix up the place more to their liking. They carried in quite a few long blond hairs from the ponies tail and mane. A few stick out the top in a frilly array like Muppet hair. The couple must be expecting eggs soon. Their novel  home not in a hollow tree but right here where I can watch but so deep in the post even the flash doesn’t light up the nest. What a gift to watch the industrious pair take up housekeeping in my dooryard.
 “Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home!”
another peek at life on Storybook Farm home of storyteller Carolyn Stearns
there is no place like home, and I’m so glad to share it with this young couple