We came home from a day out and about and my neighbors said, “Did you know you have a nest on that back window?”
I didn’t. I admit I’d heard something that I knew was a bird, but it was so intermittent, I thought it was just some dumb bird randomly banging into my window.
This window is on the far left in the first photo in the “Where I Write” post – right above the small bookcase, next to the crucifix. I’ve got the blinds a little bit open in that photo, but usually, they’re closed – those windows look right into my neighbor’s deck, so, you know..it would be tacky to have them open all the time!
The window also doesn’t open – as is the case with almost all of my windows, it’s painted shut. Why did people do that? And why didn’t I think to check on that when I was looking at this house? I mean..I love the house, but the painted-shut windows..I don’t love.
It seems so fitting that this was brought to my attention on Easter. Oh..what is it?
After the jump…
As tempting as it is, I won’t be keeping the blinds open constantly – Mama wouldn’t stay, and she needs to stay with her babies. But I will check once a day, and keep you posted here…we’re excited about the nature lesson developing right outside our window.
Life, unexpected, in a surprising, risky place.