Finally! Little bobble-headed baby olive-sided (or willow?) flycatcher hatchlings are poking wobbly, wide-open beaks above the rim of their nest tucked into the rafters of my front porch.

My pair of flycatchers took over my robin’s nest this year and I have been surprised by no bird droppings on the steps. Neat as a pin. The robins, who built and occupied the nest for two years, just seem to perch backward on the rim of the nest and let loose. The flycatchers kept chasing the robins away from the porch this spring and became squatters. The robins had to be content with an older nest spot on the opposite end of the porch eaves. Fortunately, it’s positioned so’s the droppings don’t hit the porch floor.

I think these little bobble-heads are the couple’s second clutch this year. I think I missed the first fledgings.

I’m about convinced these are “olive sided.” They don’t stay put close enough for long enough to get their markings pinpointed. There are a plethora of different flycatchers. Differentiating one type of flycatcher from another is notoriously hard, even for experts, except by their song.

I put up the window feeder a couple of years ago as the last hope in defeating the squirrels and blue jays. I just can’t afford to feed them. And the jays are such bullies. I’ve had a decades-long battle with these seed hogs. I tried everything out there, including many of my own invention. I’ve foiled them a few times, but only momentarily. Especially the squirrels. They are devious and clever to the point of awe. But you all know that.

The window feeder, mounted on the window in my “office corner” is designed to allow the smaller birds access but just small enough to defeat the blue jays. After a few unsuccessful attempts, they gave up. I haven’t seen one all year. The feeder is too high off the ground for the squirrels and the only time I see them now is on their Rail Road runs, about 30 feet up in the trees. Their RR runs the perimeter of my backyard. But they get no more sunflower seeds from me.

My visitors to my black sunflower window feeder include goldfinch, purple finch (and their cousin, the house finch, splashed with a more brilliant red and a slight crest that is redder than the rest of the body), nuthatches, and black-capped chickadees. They all come and eat but don’t sing for their supper either!

I thoroughly enjoy the window feeder, where I can glance up from the computer screen and watch “my” birds up close and personal. I even had a cardinal, the size of a blue jay, come by the other day and try a slip-slide landing that gave him a bit of success. I’ve sent for some safflower seeds that I understand they prefer, hoping he’ll not give up.

The flycatcher couple doesn’t come to the window feeder where I could have a better chance of pinpointing their identification. Too busy catching flies? (Actually, come to think of it, I haven’t been pestered by any flies this summer.) Anyway, Maine is part of both the olive-sided and the willow flycatchers’ range and they are noted for their cleanliness.

Ah ha. Success. I just went to the kitchen door and opened just a tiny slit in the cafe curtains to watch through and waited for the flycatchers to chance it was safe to come to their nest, and one landed on the dog-run wire just outside the door. And he hopped around, facing me. Voila! I could see his telltale soft gray “vest” under his cream bib and down the sides of his cream chest.

They are olive-siders.

Marion Tucker-Honeycutt, an award-winning columnist, is a Maine native and graduate of Belfast schools. She now lives in Morrill.