Part of the garden junk in the front yard includes a little faux-stone birdhouse, hung about a foot from our front door. It's meant to be solely decorative.
But House sparrows being how they are, a pair of them has decided to move right in. We have to walk right under the thing every time we go out to the car, time will tell if they stick with it and actually hatch any chicks. At any rate, this particular pair seems to have an excessive fondness for dry grass.
The hen was in there and flew out as I was taking the pictures. She perched about six feet away, in my contorted redbud tree, and bitched me out something fierce.
Gonna have to have a talk with this pair about learning to work and play well with others.
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