I’ve always been enchanted with the idea that critters could find my garden to be enough of a place of safety that they’d choose to bear and rear their young here.
I just never knew that they felt that safe around us.
Witness what I found when I was picking loganberries (oh good LORD! Loganberries out my ears!!) this afternoon.
I don’t know whose nest it is, and I’m not certain that it’s an active nest because I was picking loganberries and no one was fussing at me or dive bombing me.
That having been said, there’s been an absolute plague of white crowned sparrows in that corner of the garden recently.
And I’ll be tickled to death if it hatches.