I’ve noticed a bird that is always there when I walk out the door to walk Max in the early morning. I told my husband that I thought there was a bird nesting on our front patio, but he insisted that there wasn’t. There’s a lot of tiny piece of bird poop all over the ground, but he still insisted there was no nest.

Guess what? There’s a nest. It’s on top of our lamp, so it probably gets nice and warm when I turn on the porch light to go on my walk, making the bird startle and fly around. It appears to be a hummingbird. Surely that’s some sort of good-luck omen, somewhere.