A bird built a bird’s nest. Who does that? The male or the female?
Anyway, they built it in my oak tree. I thought about spraying it down. I didn’t.
All the trees around here are showing signs of green. You have to look really closely to see buds coming out of the tips of my tree. I was thinking, “Wow, I wonder when the bird will come back?”
I tapped the trunk of the tree. Mommy flew out. She’s back.
They love each other. Mommy and daddy. A couple. I haven’t seen Daddy, but he’ll show up.