Bye Bye little nest

I know you’re getting sick of hearing about birds, and I promise I’m not the crazy old bird lady. But I have one more bird story.
This morning as I was enjoying my breakfast, Pinto the cat alerted me with a spastic little meow that something was of interest in our sunroom. His tail was slicing through the air at the speed of light – you could feel a breeze from it in the next room. This usually means he is stalking something that is moving – say a spider or fly, etc.
This morning it happened to be a family of birds that was encroaching upon our ceiling fan located in the sunroom. They must have flown in through the open door, seen the fan and immediately decided, this is the perfect spot to build a nest.
Diligent workers they are, these birds were taking turns flying to the woods, collecting small piles of brush, and delivering them to the “bowl” of the fan that is attached to the ceiling. The nest was already more than halfway constructed.
Then hubby did something unthinkable. He waited until both birds flew outside and he shut the door.
It was one of the saddest sights in the world when those little birds came fluttering back with a newly found pile of brush in tow. They noticed the glass door shut in front of them and they stood there just wondering and waiting, how do we get back to our nest – we’ve worked so hard to build it.
They’d fly away for a brief moment hoping we’d reopen the door, and then they’d reappear. At one point they stationed themselves on the feeder, eager to get a better grasp at the situation before them.

I took this photo of the birds perched on
the feeder from inside the kitchen window.

I felt so bad. I know they’ll find a new home soon. We’ll (hubby will) clean out the partial nest and turn the fan on for the spring. That should deter any new birds from building another nest.