I already told you about the baby birds in the garage. That was a few weeks ago. Those birds got up and flew away one day while I was stacking wood and I haven’t seen them since. I sometimes wonder where they went and if they’re okay. Then, I usually return to stacking wood.
Apparently, the Eastern Phoebe we’ve got out there is on round two of her reproducing. Which is fine with me because these birds eat the bugs that fly around. The fewer the bugs, the better my life is.
I didn’t see her until a few days ago. I walked into the garage, checked the nest, just for giggles and this is what I saw staring back at me: