Well, the word is out.
We are a bird sactuary, haven, whatever you want to call it.
Birds like us.
These little tiny birds kept flying in and out of my plant?
Finally, Daddio looked in there and saw the eggs.
These little cuties were hatched in my Boston fern.
These guys are super hungry.
Birds can live here, hatch babies, eat our bird food, whatever they like.