It was sweet of him to build it for me before I fell off the rickety, swaying, twisting ladder. My grandson said he was building it cause he knew if I got hurt I wouldn't be able to wait on him. Papa said he knows him too well. ha
Anyhoo, when I got up on the deck to help lay the floor I noticed this nest.
It happens to be in the tree with the rope swing. Right in the
middle of the branch you see below. Maybe mama didn't know about hollering boys swinging from the branches when she was busy making her nest.
Which by the way was totally serendipitous. The 5th step up happens to be the perfect place to launch from.
Her nest is made totally out of cotton bolls from the field next to us. The scissortail flycatcher (our OK state bird btw) is supposed to be "aggressive in defending her nest". This one not so much. Although she may be telling them a thing or two. I couldn't hear her over the boys whooping and hollering. :)