We made a big mistake and put a birdhouse not far from our front door. All this summer we had Mr. Aggressive Wren building a nest in there, terrorizing anyone who came near and scolding us whenever we tried to weed in the garden or come anywhere near his nest. He advertised the nest quite noisily for weeks and I think he finally found a lady to share it.
But alas, in the last few days, he has not been protecting his spot. I think the heat has taken its toll and the house, which does get some direct sunlight, is too hot for him. We had plans to move it later this year to a spot in the trees farther away from the garden which will hopefully be a bit more conducive to their needs. And a spot that will be quieter for those of us who sit near the window where he chides anyone who comes near the window, which is 10 feet away from his home (that appears to be his Safe Zone).
Of course, we'll have to make sure we don't put it where the deer like to relax in the heat of the day. We have a regular group who come and lie in the undergrowth under the trees (we have a very heavily wooded lot). There's a couple of moms and their kids who hang out during the hottest part of the day. They poke their heads up now and then so I can see them among the brush. Can you imagine how hot it must be for them? Fur coats and all.
It's at times like this that I really appreciate my ancestors. They were pioneers, settling here in the Midwest in the early 1800s. Imagine that -- traveling miles away from all you know and going into a strange land. Heat, cold, back-breaking labor, illness, and misery. Talk about courage and perseverance!
I wonder if future generations will have as much admiration for us? Or will they wonder at the choices we're making? Will there be casualties because of choices being made now?
I tend to think this way because I'm working on a series set in the future, an alternate future that has been shaped by decisions made today. It's really made me aware of the ripple effect we all have on the world.
Like putting a birdhouse in the wrong spot in the garden...