under the empty nest

I think I can promise that this will be positively the last post about bluebirds this summer. But I took the empty nest out of the birdhouse today, turned it over, and was very struck by how beautifully carefully it's woven - a circular design in a square box, with each of the pieces of dried grass carefully wrapped round and round in a dense coil. There were a couple of young bluebirds around at various times today, checking out the house for future habitation - and one very young looking one, sitting on a branch, experimentally opening and closing his beak a couple of times, before having a drink at the bird bath, and flying off. Thank goodness - I couldn't cope with any more surrogate parent anxiety.