Recently I have been hearing a bird right outside my front door. Chirping all day. Don't get me wrong, I love birds. But this chirping literally sounded like it was in the front hallway of our house. I couldn't figure out why it was so loud. I went outside and looked around for a nest. I found it. Right behind our wreath on the front door.
My dad was in town and wanted to know if there were eggs in the nest, so he took my camera, held it up, and snapped a shot. This is the beautiful photo that he captured:
I was so happy to see this! And happy that I didn't knock down the nest. It just reminded me of the beauty and newness of life in the summer. I thought it was cute that this mama bird thought my front porch would be a safe place for her eggs.
It also reminded me of that traumatic time when I was a kid and a baby bird fell out of a nest in a tree in our backyard. So here's hoping all my front porch birds survive and don't drive me crazy with their chirpity chirp chirps. I already have enough squawking going on inside my house with my own baby birds.