Spring has sprung

Michael mentioned that there was a bird nesting in the wreath on the front door.  Since our doors are 10 feet high, I couldn't actually see the nest so I grabbed the camera and held it over my head and snapped some pictures.  I think it's a sparrow but their eggs are usually speckled and these are pure white. 

While I took the pictures, the nervous mama bird was chirping at me from a nearby tree.  So I snapped a pic of her too.  She's in the lower left corner of the collage. 

Michael agreed to use the garage entrance until the eggs hatch and the babies leave the nest.  He's very compassionate about things like this.

The poem is something Andrew taught me that he learned from his Dad.  I can't read it without adding a British accent!