Stop the feud! Time to get along!
The English sparrows have sparred
for days over whose bird house is
theirs. A big fat sparrow clung
to a stick which came from inside
the house. He tried to lay claim.
The house wrens had other thoughts.
Surrounding the sparrow from
all sides, they took turns diving down
swiftly from upper tree branches. Each
blow to its head was met with unwavering
determination. The sparrow stubbornly
refused to budge. Thus, the skirmish
continued for days with the fat sparrow
surviving repeated blows to its head.
We took matters into our own hands to see
if we could get the battle to cease.
We mounted another bird house,
a larger one, to a different branch.
It seemed to work momentarily.
The tiny wren assumed ownership
of the smaller bird house. After each
rainfall, it is enjoyable to watch the parade
unfold: squirrels climbing branches,
chipmunks scampering about, a rabbit hopping
in our neighbor’s yard, birds flitting back and
forth. Trees sway in the breeze to proffer
the music. Let the parade begin!
It seems that Mrs. Robin had other thoughts
and found the perfect spot to build her nest
camouflaged in the hibiscus bush. She prefers
to be far from the hullabaloo of the others.