Tis the Season

Tis the season for eggs . . .

Last year a bird built a nest inside my front door wreath. A few weeks after I put that same wreath out this year, I noticed some fresh grass and mud had been added.

Sure enough, when I peeked inside the nest this evening, there lay a blue egg.

Hopefully, mama didn't see me catching a glimpse of her baby in progress.

We'll see . . .

Well, Lookey there!

Look who helped me craft my door wreath this year!

Lean in, look closely, and you'll notice a bird nest in the center. No eggs yet. I think the mommy and daddy gave up the project when they spotted me standing on the flower urn peeking inside the nest. Oops!