I just stepped onto the porch to look over the railing at the progress that my rosebushes are making (it is raining and I didn't want to leave the cover of the porch. What? Sugar melts!).
The rose bushes are coming along, nicely, but that's not the point of this post.
You see, while I was out there, I was nearly decapitated by a very angry sparrow.
A very angry momma-to-be sparrow.
Now, that nest was not there last week.
And, I could be cruel and say that it will not be there next week, either, but, I'm too kind-hearted to destroy a nest that contains sweet little bird eggs, so; I guess we will await the birth (hatching?) and then watch as the babies fly the nest before cleaning up the mess.
In the meantime, I really hope that the bulb on the light strand directly underneath the nest merely warms the eggs and doesn't cook them.
That would make for a really long wait.
Was that insensitive?
I meant to say, that would be less than hospitable of us.