At the left side of our front door (as you're going out) is a rather awkward looking yew shrub. Each time we go in or out of the front door, a little bird flies out of the yew and to the edge of the yard where we can't see it. We kept saying, "This is not a good place to try to build a nest."
I took a closer look today and, well, it's too late - not only a nest built in it but 4 tiny speckled eggs! I assume it's a sparrow of some kind but haven't caught mama on the nest yet to get a good look at her. There is something so precious about this fight for survival and replication all the birds have right now.
Now I need to get back to painting while I have some time.