My wreath was hanging on the garage door when I came into the house the other night. What was it doing there, I thought?
That's when my husband told me he had to move it because a little birdy had been building a nest in my wreath. Claiming it as her very own home.
When my husband (who is much taller then me) took the wreath down from the hanger, low and behold it was true...there was a small, neatly kept looking nest right there in the center of my wreath. Apparently it was a smart little birdy, who knew that our porch would provide it with just the right amount of protection from the spring showers and weather elements.
Here it is!
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