The Mister noticed the beginnings of this nest a couple weeks ago when he was working on the hot tub. We thought it might be a barn swallow at the time.
Watching the last several days, I think it's a Phoebe bird, but when I saw the egss were brown today, I'm not so sure. (My book says the eggs of the Eastern Phoebe are white.) Today, a cold, windy spring day with frost warnings out for tonight, a caught momma sitting on her nest. I am in awe of the architectural skill necessary to create a nest on such a tiny ledge of a window!
The view from above was even more amazing! How many trips must this bird have taken with a bit of twig or grass or moss in its mouth to build this masterpiece?
And five sweet little eggs inside!
I left quickly, so momma would come back and keep those eggs warm!