When Bailey stopped by yesterday afternoon to return my copy of
The Boxcar Children, we had a surprise to show her. The last time the bear came through our yard, he tore up a little apple tree and knocked down the bluebird house (with a nest in it) that was on a metal pole.
Because the bear has knocked them down so many times, we decided to put the bluebird houses on trees, even though the birds like poles better. The birds have been going in and out of the far house, but hadn't done much more than look in the nearer one with the old nest in it. So we decided to remove the old nest in case they wanted to start over.
My husband tapped on the near house, and to his great surprise, a flying squirrel scurried out and climbed up the cedar tree. He opened the house's door just a teeny bit and saw baby squirrels in the former bluebird nest. Bailey and I later saw the mother, with her beautiful wings, but decided not to alarm her further by looking at the babies. We feel quite honored that she had her babies in the yard, and we hope the bear leaves them alone.