|Our front door|
And every time it happens it just about gives me a heart attack.
This year, though, not only is there an occupant in fern #2, but we also have her.
|Perched under our front porch|
I felt bad, but gosh darn it I needed to water those ferns.
So the next morning I took a deep breath, invoked the help of St. Francis of Assisi, and opened the front door.
Good morning Mommy Bird. I'm going to walk very slowly and water my ferns. I won't hurt you, or your babies; in fact, I am a good friend of St. Francis. You know him, don't you?
I spoke softly, I walked slowly, and although she eyed me suspiciously, I watered and she stayed in her nest.
And so it has become our routine. Harmony with nature, right?
No. There is still that occupant in fern #2 who, even though I know it's coming, still gives me a heart attack.
Every single time.