Nature on our doorstep...literally!

There once was a mother bird in search of a nest,
Who found what she thought, was the perfect place to rest.

Upon tucking each twig, grass and moss into her new abode
She established her very own temporary zip code!

Okay, how about I spare you the rest of the poem? Anyway, yes we do, or rather did have a little brown bird erect a quaint residence right in our mailbox. At first we tried to discourage her, but she was so persistent and industrious that we allowed her to make her own way. Soon we discovered two brown speckled eggs...then three...and then ultimately five speckled eggs comfortably situated in our brass mailbox. This diligent bird crafted such a beautiful little nest; though sharp twigs protruded here and there, none-the-less the cone shaped roost appeared quite comfy inside.

Eventually these baby birdies flew the coop and I have to say we, or at least Merritt and I were remorse to see them leave. We enjoyed watching the ugly little things mature, and witness how patient and constant the "mommy" bird cared for her offspring. Now, all that's left is a shabby, worn down nest -- no cheery chirping from babies, or dive bombs from mother bird as we step out our front door...it kind of resembles a ghost town.