Amy and I were sitting outside yesterday afternoon and happened to see this little sparrow working so hard to attract a mate. He would sit atop the bird house, which was made to accommodate the smaller nuthatch, and sing his heart out. Then he’d enter the birdhouse, only to have, a few seconds later, one heck of a time wriggling back out.
By late afternoon he’d given up and disappeared. Probably discouraged-and exhausted too, I’d imagine.
I hope he’ll be luckier in love today.
Happy Monday! And don’t work too hard.