A bird's life

We have a row of oleanders on the side of our fence and there must be at least 100 sparrows in there chirping, flitting and taking turns at the bird bath just inside the back yard. I like to sit at the table on the patio and watch and listen. I wonder what they're talking about? Once it gets close to Spring, everyone starts building their nests. They like to come to my wreath on the front door to choose the perfect pieces for their new homes. I've lost a wheat wreath and another dried wreath to these little construction workers. Now my wreath is made of fake berries and cast iron stars. This morning I even saw my first robin...that groundhog doesn't know what he's talking about! I think all the time about what birds think and how they communicate. I wonder if when they're all grown up if they fly by the tree or bush where they were born and tell their friends..."hey, that's where I grew up". How far from their homes do they actually go in their lifetimes? And what do they think about me sitting back there watching them all the time? They don't seem to mind cuz they keep living there. I always make sure they have plenty of yummy snacks and lots of clean water. This year I'm going to install some little basket in the space between the porch cover and the beam that my porch swing is hung from. Maybe a dove will make it's nest there and I will get to watch their little family grow. This ends my Wednesday morning off rantings :)