The Blue Bird Nesting Run

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A couple of weeks ago, someone asked if I wanted to go on a Blue Bird nesting run. I was not sure what he meant, but knew it involved birds. I took him up on his invitation and met him on a gloriously beautiful early Monday morning at the bottom of the escarpment. The only tools he had in his hands included a screw driver and an inch-wide paint scraper. We dipped down into a vineyard where he had staked half a dozen bird houses. The first couple had sparrows nesting in them, one nest empty, the other with several eggs. Both were removed because these homes are reserved for blue birds. He was trying out a new model home where we found swallows hatched. He gently returned them to their post. We walked the vineyard to the back property. At one time this fellow wanted to buy his own farm but receiving permission from the winery for his blue bird nests made him feel like it was already his. Each nest was carefully opened, scraped clean, and each new finding carefully recorded with a golf pencil in a little booklet. This man belongs to the Ontario Eastern Bluebird Society, a group of people looking to replenish the Eastern Bluebird population throughout the province. We left that vineyard and climbed through lush forest growth along the escarpment, onto another vineyard on the Bench, with more bluebird boxes along the edge and the middle of the field. We came across young blue birds fluttering up and down, being fed by both parents, on wires meant to hold up the delicious weight of grapes. Light blue eggs were discovered, new blue birds hatched and swallows and blue birds swooping around us, wondering what we were doing in their space. It was a glorious morning, with each box scraped, cleaned up and noted for progress. On the return trail we ran into a Phoebe protecting her nest, and a black-headed, brown sided, white bellied male Rufous Sided Towhee, singing on his perch. Who would have known there was an Ontario Eastern Bluebird Society, without having met one of its supporters? And to think that we have a God who claims to watch over every sparrow, whose nest sometimes gets thrown out. We have much to share with others.                                                        Pastor Sid

Karin Terpstra