Matt and I were enjoying an intense match of couch potato (what…you’ve never played that game?) when we heard some chirping and a light thud. Rocky (our boy cat) jumped up and ran to the window. That’s when I saw it…
A poor little nest blown from the trees and on to our porch. We looked around and didn’t see any eggs or anything but never the less it was kind of sad…seeing all that bird’s hard work just tossed to the ground by a strong gust of wind.