My family is proud of our orchard. Several generations of our clan participated in its creation. The garden comes very close to the house – also very old. Cherry trees are looking in the windows. You can reach out of the window and collect a handful of cherries. Another apple scraped into another window. There are pear, apricot, plum trees in our garden. When they blossom, not only the fragrance, but also the light is poured into the room. In the garden, I’m satisfied with bees, butterflies, dragonflies, not to mention birds.
The starlings have already settled in our garden. Birdhouses for these songbirds were made by my grandfather when he was not much older than me. They have darkened from rains and time and have decayed. So we decided to put new birdhouses on our father. Several days they were planing, sawing, knocking down planks. Diligent dwellings for starlings have turned out. They were in a hurry to strengthen them on the tree before the birds arrived. The old birdhouses were removed and placed in a shed. As the days went on, the feathered birds were already in the neighboring birdhouses, and our people were empty. “Probably, we did something wrong,” – we reflected with my father. I often went out into the garden and looked hopefully at the birdhouse. One day a starling crouched near the house on a branch. It seems that a friend is about to fly to him, and they will occupy an empty dwelling. However, the starling sat and flew home. “
I approached the apple tree, where another new bird house was attached. It turned out that he also became habitable. Here are the wonders! I hurried with glad tidings to the house. And at lunch we laid a table in the garden and arranged a small family celebration in honor of the arrival of the starlings.