I just checked the hanging basket at my front door that has become the home of a noisy little finch. There are now eggs. Four wee brownish eggs. This finch is an expectant mother.
It is apparently very bad to move a nest with eggs in it.
There will soon be even noisier baby finches along with their noisy mother – who may start divebombing anyone who approaches my front door in order to protect her offspring.
There will be birdcrap in and around my hanging basket and on my front porch. True, finches are tiny, but crap is crap, even if it isn’t copious amounts of the stuff.
And worst of all, it’s soon going to be REALLY difficult to water that basket.