Sam’s morning routine was altered today. The Cardinal was waiting in his normal spot on the other side of the French doors. Probably wondering where we were. But Sam was glued to the side window of the front door. Watching. Waiting. Listening. Something had captured his attention. Could the eggs have hatched?
When Sam headed back to greet the Cardinal and have some milk, I took up his post. The nest remained buried under its loosely stacked pile of twigs and straw, so nothing was visible, but leaning close to the glass, small, muffled sounds could be heard. My guess is that we have a new little family in the planter by our front door.
Happy Birthday, little ones!