My ritual each evening, when I arrive home from work, is to check my backyard garden.  I’ll repeat what I’ve said (here) several times: “I love my backyard garden!!”  But this time my heart stopped beating!!  I was astonished to see that my Bluebird house was gone!!  Not just the house; the wrought-iron post in the “luggable” pail of cement, securing all, had disappeared!! ~~  The gardener had been doing some work in the adjoining yard–where I had positioned the ensemble several weeks ago–and moved my pride and joy up next to my Topsy-Turvy upside-down tomato planters.  Quite unexpectedly (quite rare!), the maintenance supervisor appeared in our backyard and I sobbed, and stammered “My poor babies,” and “Mama Blue and Papa Blue must be traumatized, too.”  The supervisor moved the ensemble back to its original location.  I sat discretely inside my living room next to the patio doors; I watched but did not see the Bluebird couple return to the bird house.  This morning I watched but no Bluebird couple.  I put out fresh mealworms in hopes they might be lured back.  This evening, twenty-four or twenty-five hours later, I witnessed the Bluebird couple taking food into the bird house.  I was thrilled to see them!!
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Postscript, June 21st, 2012, 7:45 AM: I exaggerated (above) and confess I was not sobbing.  (Sobbing on the inside!!)  I’ve worked so hard to coax a Bluebird couple to my yard!!  Some of that journey is documented in earlier blog messages.