One of my favorite birds has been frequently checking out nest boxes, visiting the berries in the holly and privet, stopping for a drink at the bird bath, and generally making me smile with song and chatter. The Eastern bluebird is truly a joy to have around.
Yesterday, I glanced out the window and noticed a ruckus at the favorite limb of the nesting Eastern phoebes. The male phoebe often perches in that spot while he watches over the nest-building activities of the female. They have selected the shelf of the gazebo for their nesting site again this year and the female has been busy at work for a week now.
The male bluebird persisted for a moment, then moved on to a more distant perch. I hate that! I want them to get along. Still wishing for bluebird residents in my nest box!