They were an adorable young couple. Bright-eyed, eager, excited. The guy was a redhead and definitely chuffed to be scouting for a new home. His companion was quieter, but looked determined. The weather was warm and full of spring promise: a perfect time for house-hunting.
They arrived at our property, almost quivering with excitement and we greeted them with smiles. As they darted about, looking over everything, we knew they were liking what we had to offer. Yes, there are some drawbacks to our place. We have pets, for instance, and nothing we do seems to keep the crows from our neighborhood, so there’s noise, sometimes. Occasionally, we hear sirens from the nearby fire department or the busy street a mile away. But all in all, it’s a nice location with old trees and many plants, including a blackberry bush and some apple trees, even a big sunflower. A fenced yard for the kiddos.
I think having a family was on their minds. They had that look in their eyes, like they had a special secret between them that was more than young love. They were shy about speaking of it, but I’m a mom. I know that air when I see it.
It surprised us when they indicated that cost was not an issue. Yes, some things weren’t ideal and they might have to make some adjustments, but I could see their hearts had already been engaged. He looked to his little partner and she kept nodding. She looked at him and he seemed to puff up a little. They were ready to deal. Heck, they were ready to move in, right then and there.
And that’s when it got a little weird. Before a deal was made, they went out for a bit, then came back with building materials. We tried to reason with them, to tell them to wait and check with their agents or whatever but they refused. They wanted this spot and only this spot. Without another peep, they began to build an addition onto our house.
We were flabbergasted! We tried everything we could think of, short of turning the hoses on them, to get them to cease and desist. I mean, they were obviously just kids and didn’t know any better. We let the pets loose. We made noises. We put up threatening pictures in the windows. We ran the electric awnings back and forth, back and forth, every time they approached. But they persisted. They had staked their claim and were bent on getting that new nursery built before things started hatching. We could have called the cops, but that seemed too extreme.
Finally, we gave up. Nothing was going to drive away this pair. We watched as she sailed back and forth, quiet as ever. He was much clumsier, bless his heart, and kept running into things. Building materials drifted down and settled in the yard as they went about their project. We took down the pictures and left the awnings alone. They had moved in, lock, stock, and lumber.
Now, they’re getting quieter. He goes for take out most days and she hangs around the house, settling in. We’ve made our peace.
Once the eggs hatch, it might not be so peaceful, of course. We’ll have to wait and see. House finches may not be the best judges of real estate–I mean, between two giant awnings, really?–but they don’t give up. All hail the biological imperatives of spring!