I wrote earlier this month about the bird's nest that consumed my mother's day gift to myself to watching children fly from the nest.
"Remember how you were a little sad when those baby birds all flew away? she asked and without waiting for an reply, she added, "they're back!"
And sure enough, they're back, at least cousins of my recent sublets!
I've never spent so much time watching birds build their incredible nests in strange locations that somehow protect fragile eggs from wind, rain, and the baking sun. It's amazing how they select their locations, create their masterpieces, and nurture their babies as they grow at a breakneck pace towards maturity.
This time, the nest rests precariously in a non-working, full-on-rusting, lantern where I was planning on hanging another plant!
Plans for that plant are on hold as I am "expecting" little birdies on the porch, once again.