Another Eastern Bluebird Blog 2025

UGG!! I have to stop trying to interfere with mother nature. I should already know this, but sometimes I try to help. I do provide food and shelter, but other than that I have to stop. Animals and birds do what they want, just as some people do what they want. Someone once told me that if they wanted to, they would. That applies to all living things.

It started this Spring. A pair of Eastern Bluebirds began looking for a home to nest in. For years I had bluebirds. I loved them and looked forward to two broods per year. I would watch them make the nest, lay eggs one per day and then wait for the babies. It is always so much fun when the fledglings leave the nest. Then one year the House Wrens showed up. As I have mentioned in other blogs, I would see them fly into the bluebird house and pierce the eggs. They would then throw them on the ground and dismantle the nest. I was so upset. I did discover a wren guard and if the bluebird got to the point of actually laying eggs, the wren guard would protect them. The last two years the bluebirds would show up but eventually get discouraged by the House Wrens. They couldn't get their nest and eggs in place in time.

I thought this year would be different. In early spring the bluebirds arrived as scheduled. The House Wrens hadn't arrived yet. The bluebirds couldn't decide on  a house. By the time they did, the wrens arrived and I believe the bluebirds eventually nested elsewhere. 

Fast forward to the first week in June. Wrens are known for building their nests of sticks in every single birdhouse they can find. All of them are mock nests except for one. This discourages all other birds from nesting in the same area. In one of the nests, the female lays her eggs. 

Things had calmed down here and the wren was quiet. I assumed they were nesting somewhere but I didn't know where. There were two birdhouses that were empty except for one. That one didn't have any eggs, just a house full of sticks. I didn't know if I should remove the sticks so they would be busy bringing in more or if they thought the full mock nest was complete and they would leave it alone. I just didn't want them to lay eggs in that house. I concluded that I should just leave well enough alone. 

During this quiet time, the bluebirds returned. They began building a nest in one of the empty houses and all was well. I thought maybe they found a good time to build a nest.

Things were going great. The House Wren wasn't paying attention or so I thought. When the nest was complete it was a work of art. I took a peek to see if there was an egg yet. There wasn't.

Then I waited. The bluebird pair would come to check on things, but suddenly the wren showed up. She/He started to pull the bluebird nest apart. The male bluebird kept trying to chase him off but the wren was relentless.

 I have a wren guard that I usually put up after the first egg is laid. There is a learning curve for the bluebirds to enter the house with the guard on. A mothers love makes it possible to get to the egg. I didn't know if they could learn before the eggs were laid, but I had no choice. I put up the guard. The bluebird and the wren were confused. It served the purpose, the wren couldn't figure out what to do but the bluebird couldn't figure it out either.

I thought I would wait but this morning I noticed the bluebirds building a nest in another location. I had put my hummingbird camera in this location and hadn't taken down this old house yet. They worked really hard all morning building a new nest. It was a quick process. Nest building usually takes several days.

The second nest is now complete, but the male bluebird is flying back and forth between the two houses. I guess he forgot which is home. We will see which nest they choose. I should say which nest SHE chooses. I have a feeling I know who's the boss. He helps choose the nesting site but she builds the nest, lays the eggs and sits there for hours after the last egg is laid except for a break once in a while. The eggs hatch in a couple weeks and then both parents participate in feeding the young ones.

 I waited to post this in case the egg laying process has begun. It has not. The bluebirds are very smart or at odds. I'm not sure. He has spent the day sitting on top of the house with the first nest. She has spent the day going in and out of the second nest and the wren is sitting on his house of sticks not quite sure who to taunt. I will amend this blog when I know more. 

UPDATE! June 15, 2025. Here is the update I promised for this blog post. The wren is still hollering and thinks he is in charge of the 1st bluebird nest. Meanwhile Lady Bluebird had laid 2 eggs with a couple more to come before she starts incubating them. Keep your fingers crossed. So far, so good. 

Making the Best of Important Anniversaries

I had the best day. I was feeling out of sorts the past few days. I really didn't make the connection but June 8 was the fourth anniversary of my husband's death. It also would have been my parents 79th wedding anniversary. I have come to grips with all of it, as much as I can. Wallowing in it doesn't help. Moving forward is the only way, but it is always hard to have anniversaries. Don't get me wrong. I still have some very lonely moments, but I get over it. Having days like today certainly helps.

 

It all started by reading all 346 of the wonderful responses from the year to date memories on Facebook. My daughter had a post about her dad's death. I was tagged on the post so I was notified about the memory. That is the wonderful part of the memories feature, you are reminded every year. I was ready to read them now. After I read them, I texted my daughter and told her how much they all meant. Most of them were from her friends, but all had meaning. She asked me if I wanted to run some errands with her today and have some lunch. Of course, I said yes. She works a lot and having this opportunity was wonderful.

We donated a trunk full of items, we got some groceries and we ate lunch. Then we did a few more errands like getting my grandson's letter jacket updated and buying more sunflower seeds and cracked corn from the feed mill. 

Since my daughter loves butterflies as much as I do, she suggested we check out an area that is supposed to have Karner Blue Butterflies. I had been searching for a week for them, but I had no luck. I had been to this area two times already but found nothing. Karner butterflies are small blue butterflies that are endangered. They are small and are only the size of a nickel. The small green caterpillar of the Karner feeds exclusively on the leaves of the wild lupine plant. These plants only grow in certain sandy areas, so the available area to feed these butterflies is limited. Finding such an area was amazing in itself. 

When we pulled into the parking area. I didn't have much hope. I had been there two other times and had no luck at finding these small butterflies. I admit, I was a little nervous going by myself. I had heard stories of bears in that area and probably spent more time scanning the area than actually focusing in on the search. It was wonderful having a partner. We walked the trail which is only accessed by foot. Off the parking area was a bluebird house. The first time I visited, I watched a bluebird come and go. 

There were pretty wild flowers along the way including a lot of wild lupine. 

We walked along enjoying the whole experience but not seeing anything when suddenly one blue butterfly emerged ahead of us. I had not brought a camera except for my phone. I had noticed my phone was not charged in the car and plugged it in. I don't know what went wrong but it barely charged. I was upset but thankfully my daughter had her phone. As it turned out it was a blessing. I am usually so focused on taking pictures, I miss the whole experience. I was able to take in the trail, the beauty of the flowers and looking for the butterflies. From that point on I just looked for the butterflies and my daughter took the pictures. Once we saw one, we kept seeing them. It was an unreal experience and one I never thought I would have. My daughter was just as excited as I was. This first Karner Blue Butterfly is a female. 

The second one is a male Karner Blue Butterfly. This one isn't as clear. It was right next to a large piece of scat from some animal. It wasn't a bear but I didn't know what it was. All I know it looked large. 

We stayed for quite a long time. Every time we started to head back to the car, we would see another butterfly. We wanted to savor it as long as we possibly could. They are hard to photograph because they are so small and so fast. It was a dream come true.

As we left the area, there was a big patch of wild roses which we hadn't seen coming into the parking area.

The Karner Blue Butterfly's technical name is Lycaeides melissa samuelis. My granddaughter's name is Melissa and I have a grandson named Samuel. I think the whole experience today was meant to be.

It seems that blue is my healing color. I wrote this blog in 2015. 

https://www.thecabincountess.com/2015/07/blue-is-my-new-favorite-color.html