As I sat on the couch eating my lunch and watching Rick Steves travel around Eurpoe on public television, I noticed some unusual activity by a wren. She first emerged from the arm of a wicker swing which had been raised up under the porch roof to protect it through the winter.
Sure enough, the wren had built a cozy nest under in the corner of the wicker swing under the cushion that was scrunched up just the right amount for a cute A-frame home.
The biggest decision is whether to tell Jeff. Should I tell him and argue for keeping a little while, running the risk that he will insist on removing the nest, knowing that there is a threat of wren poop all over the porch, not to mention the inconvenience. Or should I hope that he won't notice the nest and scrunched up cushions about six feet from our front door. I suppose I'll have to tell him and hope for the best.