Sunday, when I was down at my cabin, I took a walk to look for signs of spring.
In a harsh environment like the limestone and cedars that this 9 x 12 cabin is in, not much change from a month ago.
The cedars are still in their russet khaki greens and not much new plant growth, yet.
However, when I stopped at the bluebird house I had nailed onto the trunk of a dead medium-sized cedar, and noticed that it was packed solid with straw - to above the hole entry, I pulled out the nail that holds the bottom up and pulled it open.
The straw was packed right to the bottom of the birdhouse so I started to pull the straw and stuff out.
As I was doing so, a pretty little rodent-faced critter peeked its head out of the hole in front and paused for a few seconds to stare at me as though to say 'What the heck do you think you're doing?' It was tawny-coloured with some white and grey, presumably a mouse albeit a big one.
Then, in a flick, it turned and disappeared back into the Bluebird house, down a tunnel in the thick straw.
Since the birdhouse is close to the cabin, I thought better to have it live here than under my cabin, so I closed up the bottom again and left.
Perhaps in 3 weeks I will attempt to clean it out again, and maybe even move it to the fence line, or up higher into a different tree.
I didn't realize that mice would occupy birdhouses - even that they climb trees.
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