Little Bird’s story

It was spring and I was busy searching for a mate and foraging for dinner when I came across a feeder full of my favorite nuts, seeds and meal worms.  It was in the backyard of one of those giant nesting boxes that humans build; there were plenty of other birds there so I guessed it was safe from cats, a bird can’t be too careful when it comes to cats.

I stayed there all afternoon, singing in the nearby trees and helping myself to the free food but just before dusk a thunderstorm rolled in and I began looking for a place to shelter.  I noticed there was an opening in the big nest box and I swooped inside.

There were strange things inside, not like a tree at all but there was no wind or rain so I perched on a long, silver, branch like thing where I could see everything below and took a nap.

The human woke me up when he touched something by the big opening and it slowly closed.  He didn’t seem to notice me so I settled in and spent the rest of the night on my protected perch.  The next morning when the sun came up, I flew around where the opening had been, looking for a way out but there wasn’t one.

Again, the human came and pressed the same spot as yesterday and the opening slowly appeared.  This time the human saw me and made that odd call ha ha ha that they make when they are happy.

I flew out but every evening, for the rest of the summer, I returned to the big nest box and slept secure from harm.

And every morning, when the big opening appeared, I flew out to take care of all my important bird business. I heard the humans liked sharing their nest box (they called it a garage) with me so much that they named their candle business after me.