So there's this changing table in our garage. My sister-in-law had borrowed it from Trish and returned some time ago. It was the changing table upon which she'd diapered my niece and nephews. Anyway, this changing table has since taken up residence in our garage. It comes in really handy for storing things like gardening tools, an old comforter, and the occasional sleeping cat.
The old comforter is inside of a trash bag, and we noticed recently that a bird had made herself a home inside the trash bag as well. Makes sense, I suppose . . . what bird wouldn't want to sleep on a down comforter?
Turns out that bird became a mama this week.
Yes, in a nest on a down comforter inside a trash bag on a changing table in our garage lie five or six newborn baby birds.
They are not cute.
But they are hungry.
And they do have very fuzzy heads.
So there's that.



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