"In all the world, my nest is best!" sang the little bird in a memorable book.
I love my house, too, and I am quite pleased with the nest I found outside yesterday. I should have looked sooner, I suppose. I did notice a bird or two taking bits of stuff into our tall juniper a few weeks ago, but I didn't want to interrupt. And then I forgot. Yesterday afternoon I peered into the bush, and yes, there was a nest. At first it looked empty, though being right about at my eye level, it was hard to tell. But when I moved the branches a bit, I saw
hungry baby birds, beaks wide, waiting for something delicious. I grabbed a stool and the camera, instead, and we all took a peek. I think there are three chicks, though this one is the most eager to pose.
The wary parents waited nearby. They look like Oregon Juncos. I think they have forgiven us, and I hope they don't mind our looking in again sometime. And I hope that they think their nest is best!