I was working away on the garden the other day when I noticed a broken shell on the ground. It seemed an unusual place for a shell to naturally find itself, so I raised my eyes straight up and found a nest perched up on the house. I climbed up and found it empty, I hope because they flew away when the time was right.

Then I noticed the other day that birds kept flying in and out from under the side porch, and whenever I went outside there was a bird sitting on the clothes line standing guard. There I found another nest, which appeared empty, but yesterday I looked up and saw these guys staring intently back down at me.

I love that our house is cultivating so much life this year, with the garden and the birds and the usual crop of flowers and plants we have sprinkled around the house.