Remember the nest we discovered in the wreath on our front door? Well, now, instead of one tiny, perfect egg, there are three tiny, perfect eggs. The mama bird is a little finch. Sometimes, she flies inside our house and calmly perches on our furniture. She doesn't seem worried about us (or even about the dogs). She's such a proud mom.
P.S. The house we wanted to buy didn't work out. The FHA inspection was a total bust. Morgan and I were really disappointed, but it just wasn't meant to be. We decided to stay put for the summer (and take advantage of our pool!). Then, maybe we will try again. I loved that little house. It set the bar high.
we have a nest in our wreath too! i knock on or kick the inside of the front door every time before i open it... haha!
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