A Canoeing Phoebe....

The Eastern Phoebe is one of the very first migrants to come back in the spring. It is always a happy dance day when we hear the first "phoebe,phoebe' echoing across the sometimes still snow covered yard.

We have an old log barn with a good roof, but the chinking has long been gone from the logs, that we use for storage.

Phoebes always nest in the barn, sticking their nests up near the roof, and access it by flying through the gaps in the logs. We have our tripping canoe, 'Ripples', up in a sling, covered with a tarp to prevent the bird droppings from marring her paint job. Well....Phoebe has decided that up on the gunnel, over the yoke, is a good place to raise a family!