Today, I am thankful for another potential bird tenant.
This afternoon, as T and I leave the house for our walk, a finch flies from the Christmas wreath that decorates the front door. He/she is not the first bird that has inspected the currently vacant nesting site. Several have shown interest during the past few weeks. I can't blame them. The wreath offers a prime location to build a nest and hatch eggs - just ask the finches that have done just that over the past five years.
I am, however, surprised by the early interest. Surely the birds know that it's still winter and the wet, sloppy Colorado spring snows lie ahead.
For this blessing, I am grateful.