We don’t use this door often because it’s in the front of the house. So it stays quiet. I am also careful to let my geraniums dry out because they can be overwatered easily. Apparently this has set up a perfect place for something (and I am very bad at identifying birds, even less so for eggs) to set up housekeeping. I don’t know how old these eggs are, but the nest was completely enclosed, and I was about to remove it, not knowing what it was, when a tiny bird flew out of the pile. So I gently uncovered it and saw the eggs.
I’m hoping that the quick picture and my minimal intervention doesn’t hurt their incubation, and that these little ones will be visiting my bird feeder soon.
On the other hand, the squirrels have trashed my bedroom window screen using it as a highway to the bird feeder, and the deer, or something else, have eaten my new corn. Once the corn germinated and popped through as a beacon, they were dug up, and all that is left now are rows of three-inch holes. No corn. No corn-on-the-cob this fall. But a lesson learned.
My sweet potatoes are growing, as are my berry bushes. I wish the blueberries were ready to pick, because all I can think of when I drive by these are blueberry muffins.