For quite a while now, we've had some feathered friends living in our tree.
Readers, meet The Birds.
They frequently drop into the yard and peck in the dirt around the roses. Sometimes they can be found hopping along our back wall or perched way up in the telephone wires. Most mornings and evenings you can hear them cooing up in the tree, cozy in their little nest.
The Hubs often comments that he's so glad we have such a hospitable yard. I concur.