Although the Chickadees have continued to build, the Bluebirds have not given up.
The thing is, I have yet to see the Bluebirds actually enter the house. I think the hole is a tad too small.
But they keep trying. I guess that’s where the term “birdbrain” would fit.
If you wanted a house, a house you really liked, but the door was too small for you to enter comfortably, and you didn’t have a handy Hubby like me to enlarge it, would you want to live there?
I think not.
Will the Bluebirds will ever give up? Or will I finally break down and ask Hubby to make the hole bigger?