i noticed pieces of trash and sticks scattered on the stoop, then turned around to find that a robin had built a nest on top of the wreath while we were gone. looks so natural, huh? i took a picture of the inside of the nest, which looked almost complete but the mud was still wet. no eggs.
this morning i watched the robin through the glass panels as he fussed around with the nest. a few minutes ago i gently opened the door to check the mail and found that the nest had fallen on the ground sometime this morning. how sad. i’m going to leave it there (and the 