Once again, birds built a nest in the wreath on our front door. (For the record, the picture above is of the nest after Josh pulled it out of the wreath. It is not the wreath. Gracious.) Last time, as you may recall, they actually laid little blue eggs in the nest before I found it. This time we found it before the nest had dried so there were no eggs. Josh pulled the nest out of the wreath to see if we could salvage it (the wreath that is), but I don’t want to think about what the birds likely deposited on the hydrangea in the wreath so I’m going to toss it and try to figure out how to adorn the front door without inviting unwanted tenants.