All the clues were there ~ the scritching and scratching heard in my laundry room while loading the machine, the puffs of dryer lint littering the driveway, the long straws fluttering out of the dryer vent one night while the dryer was running and I was shooting hoops with the boys. It was clear that some newlywed couple was setting up house in our dryer tubing. Not a bad choice I must say, but as landlady, I vowed not to rent to this couple, no matter how cute they might be.
This morning, as I crept the van into the driveway after dropping the boys at school, I stopped short of the garage. There they were, perched as if on guard duty over the vent. I reached for my camera and prepared to wait. They were smart. They took their time. After a few flyovers they got comfortable with me and made their entrance into their new condo. It must still be warm from the load of laundry I had run earlier today, I thought.
She went in first and he quickly flew to stand watch over her. I chuckled to myself as she seemed to be calling instructions to him from inside sticking her head out for emphasis. As if she were dictating a shopping list for Home Depot she chirped and he listened intently before flying off alone. She continued calling to him the entire time until she finally flew out, returning to her original perch. As I started up the van, my camera armed with all the evidence I needed to prove to my own husband that we had squatters, the couple flew into a tree safely keeping watch over me until I was tucked inside what must appear to them as one big dryer vent of my own.
Love is in the air. Can you feel it, too? Maybe today you'll do a little nesting of your own...