Tweety love

It's no secret that I love birds, nests and eggs. I seem to have them all over the house. There's something so precious about them. The small delicate home that a mother bird makes for her young. I take such pleasure watching them make their nests one little piece at a time. Actually birds are something my husband and I both love. He amazes me by knowing most of the names of them. I just know the common ones like robins, bluebirds, finches and mourning doves. We've had mourning doves on our deck the last few mornings. I wish I had taken pictures of them now. I'll have to remember next time. They say that they get attacked by cats a lot because they're always on the ground feeding and don't have the reaction time other birds do. I read once that they wanted to make people keep their cats inside and not let them out because the mourning dove population was dwindling. Kind of hard to do and what are you suppose to do with all the farrel cats out there? I just try to keep Nigella inside when I know they're out there. Though most times she barely notices them. Since we keep her well fed she probably thinks ~ why bother... This is a nest I bought at Ginny's store quite a few years back. The moss has gotten a little brown but I think I like it better.

Some postcards from Cavellini

Some marble eggs bought at an estate sale