"I love my house, I love my nest..."

"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!