My backyard bluebirds had nested twice. I know that at least 2 chicks survived the first ordeal and one bird made it after the second nest. They had replaced themselves, plus one. That’s good. Let it go.
But I heard that distinctive chirping from the male, meaning, “Hey babe, let’s get it on again.” And they did.
The hen is now warming up 3 or 4 more eggs, though they chose a different house for some reason. This, I believe, is only the third time in over 20 years that my bluebirds have tried to pull off three clutches. I hate it when they do because it’s got to be 100 degrees in those houses.
Still, I’m prepared. I have a couple thousand meal worms in the refrigerator when they chicks finally peck their way out of their shells.
I guess a few more bluebirds in my yard won’t hurt anything, but I wish them luck.