I was leaving for work one morning last week and I saw a couple of twigs in my mailbox. “That’s funny”, I thought, “I guess the grounds guys were going a little nuts with the weed whackers this morning.” I was running late (as always) so I didn’t stop to clear out the rubbish. I forgot about it until a day or two later when I pulled some letters out of the box.
Under the letters was a half-formed bird’s nest. I left a note on the box for the postman asking him to leave the letters in a coffee can by my door for the time being. When I got home this weekend, I peeked inside . . . and got a sparrow to the face. Good thing I was wearing my sunglasses.
After the bird took off I peeked in again and saw four tiny little eggs. I wonder if these little guys are going to chip in for the rent.