I found out the hard way this morning that the birds had been busy knocking at my front door. Well, not knocking exactly. But nesting.
My son opened the front door this morning to step outside. When he did, a small egg dropped and splattered just inside the front door.
It was then that we looked up at the wreath hanging on the door and noticed a small little nest, tucked in between the door and the wreath.
Bummer. I didn’t think they would choose a location that we happen to use pretty regularly.
Now I’m sad that we didn’t know they had a nest in there and an egg. I wonder if they’ll continue to nest there or find somewhere else
.I’m a little relieved that it wasn’t already hatched and a baby had fallen to the ground. I would have been more hysterical. My son took it pretty well, better than I did.
We cleaned it up and shut the door. Now I will look for the mama bird to see if she comes back and wonders what happened to her little baby. And I’ll have to be more careful using this door.Pin It