these little birds are cute, in an ugly kind of way.
they spring up every time we open the door: beaks opened upward, assuming the stirring of their nest is their momma bringing food. nope. just us. in fact, we rarely see momma bird anymore. we just see the bird-poop all over the nest and can only assume it's hers. i hope momma bird is out scrounging for worms. i hope these little guys get strong enough to fly away soon. then i think i will have to trash the wreath. and i hope momma doesn't come back to build another nest on the next wreath. it's too much stress for me; cute as it is.