The "Everybody has a Bird" Story

It was an ordinary day. I was scraping the bird crap off the front door. Seems that every time we put a wreath on the front door, birds will build a nest in it. Always sparrows. Now, I know they need to build somewhere, but why do they always choose our front door? After Christmas this year we took our Christmas wreath down and put up a wreath with fake spring flowers in it. Not many people ever use our front door, but when they do, Carol wants it to look nice when they walk up or pathway. As soon as the weather started to get warmer I could see birds heading for the front door. Not long before they had a great nest built. Ever wonder how birds, without the use of tools and arms, can weave and attach twigs, cigarette filters, paper, and grasses into a neat home for themselves. Before long there were the eggs. This year I counted 4 before they began their constant watch of the nest. There was always a bird sitting on the nest, keeping the eggs warm. From inside our solid front door, you could hear their activity. Drove the cats nuts. Every couple of days I would open the door, stand on the bench we have inside the front door, and stare over the door at the nest. Whenever someone wold approach the door from outside or someone inside would open the door, they would vacate the nest. Eventually the eggs would start to hatch. One day you cold see I chick. A day or two later there would be another one, until all the eggs are hatched. Now the feeding began. A constant stream of movement as the mom and pop fed them. And now with six birds occupying our front door, the poop began to pile up. And it would stick to the paint. Sometimes I would document the annual family gatherings. On more than one occasion, when we would open the front door with young birds in it, one of the chicks would fly into the house. And ..... the cats would fight us for the rights to pick it up. Eventually all would leave the nest and I would be free to discard the wreath, scrap the door and repaint it for the next go around of nest building. It was another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.