No joke: all three of us said "what?" at the same time.
It's true. There's a bird nest squashed between mommy's nice magnolia wreath and the door. All of those birdhouses in the front yard, and they decide that our "casa" is their "casa," literally! And those squatters aren't paying me any rent, either.
We aren't sure what kind of birds they are, but they have to be small: perhaps thrashers or wrens. We don't really know what to do about it either. Mommy hates to bother them, especially if they have eggs - but that nest will likely fall in the next big wind or thunderstorm. And it is, after all, the front door. The parronts tend to use it.
The person who made that wreath at the craft store must be really good, because they couldn't tell it fabric from real branches, leaves, and flowers. And those outside birds must really like us, or perhaps envy the three of us living in the house. That's about as close as they can get to it!
That's all today. Take care. Have a Happy Friday tomorrow and a wonderful weekend.
Luv,
Zack