Monday, March 21, 2011
The little house sparrows are busy at it and a couple have made an entire nest in a plant hanging in my front hallway. They have also attempted a nest between the antlers of one of Mr. Moon's deer heads and okay, that's totally not cool.
They come in the dog door on the back porch and sweep down the hall with twigs in their beaks and really- come on. We cannot have this.
Too much nature.
It's fine for them to have a nest on the back porch but in the house?
There are so many reasons this is a bad idea, not the least of which is that when babies hatch, they would be swooping all over the house trying to figure out how to get outside and the dogs would eat them all up. I'm not kidding. And I can't leave the back door open day and night for the next six weeks. I just can't.
Well, that's my life, my house right now. Busting with activity and messy as hell and I HAVE COMPANY COMING TOMORROW and really- a nest in the hallway?
Jessie and Vergil spent the night, Owen is about to come. I can't wait to get my hands on that boy. I need to make Pearl's mush and well, there are just a million things to be done, to get done, to do.
My nest is not tidy. My nest is a mess. I have been away partying and before that, I was away at the island and before that, I was Truvy, Truvy, Truvy! and I am faint with the idea of taking control of this whole messy business of yard and house and kitchen and floors and the tiny bird comes in the dog door and Buster the dog ignores it, he's laying right there and this bird has gone up to the old fish over the door on the porch where they have nested before and is this the same couple or another?
Coffee. More coffee.
It's spring. Oh Lord, yes, it is spring.
Everything is busting open, flowers and leaves and there is bamboo busting right out of the ground and ripe for the kicking and Owen and I will have fun doing that this morning and I guess I might as well just submit and and enjoy this whole burgeoning of life as it happens in yard and chicken coop, in hallway and in my heart.
Fresh eggs in a bowl, nests in the hallway, it's something.
The house is messy. So is everything.
Love it for what it is. Take it as a gift. Mop a floor if you can.
Worship and praise, white vinegar and Fabuloso, clean sheets and dusty floor and Vergil and Jessie are strolling the yard hand-in-hand and oh God, the chickens need letting out.
Gotta go, y'all.