The Nest

I went outside to check the mail on Saturday. On my way back inside, I noticed some pinestraw in the greenery hanging on our front door. I reached up to pull it out and realized it was a nest.

Yes, a bird's nest.

I ducked down, dashed in the house, and quickly closed the door.

I'm not sure how to say this without being judged. But I don't like birds. They sort of freak me out. I think they're beautiful and love to hear happy bird chirps outside the window. But the thought of Mama Bird swooping down on my head or pooping in my hair totally freaks me out.

And now there's a bird living in the arrangement on my front door. (It usually looks better than this, but I knocked it sideways and didn't want to reach back in there to fix it.)

Hubs was out of town. Based on the information above, I certainly wasn't going to move the nest, so I left it there for him to move.

When he got home and went to move it, we realized that Mama Bird had already laid eggs in the nest. Four of them.

He went all PETA on me and wouldn't move the nest. (For the record, I don't want to kill the baby birds either, but I also want to be able to use my front door.)

He won and we now are going to witness the miracle of life up close and personal ... on our front porch ... on the door, to be more precise.

In the meantime, if you come over, please use the back door. We don't want to disturb Baby Bird Paradise. :)