nesting

There are birds nesting in the eaves above my front door.

It is a tiny little nest and I only noticed it a couple of weeks ago when I came home and heard a few little tweeps above me.

Recently the squeaks have been getting louder and more insistent. I sit at my desk and see a mumma bird flying back and forth from the tree across the road with little morsels for her babies. I love hearing their hungry calls for more.

I haven’t seen the little ones but I like imagining them tucked up safe and growing strong.

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