A few weeks ago, before surgery, I purchased this hanging fuchsia from my favorite greenhouse:
I have been so happy with it, as it promises to be an attractive and prolifically blooming addition to the front of our garage.
I placed it between the two doors, and have watered it faithfully.
About a week ago, I thought it looked like there was something strange in the top of it, and I put my hand in there and came up with an egg. I quickly but it back, and came in to try to find out what kind of bird it was. I thought it might be a Carolina Wren, but I wasn’t certain. When I called Daniel to tell him that I had picked an egg out of the planter, he was not very happy. He loves the different nesting birds around Shady Acres and he was quite certain that if I had touched the egg, the mama bird would not come back. I didn’t want the bird in that particular location because watering the plant was going to be a problem with a nest in the top of it. I waited a couple of days, and decided to gently take the planter down to look at what was happening. When I lifted it off the hook, a very startled Mama Wren took off, and inside, I found four eggs.
I cut a slit in the side of the bag so I could water without disturbing her, and it seems to be working out okay. She stays put through almost anything–
(Except a camera appearing over the edge!)
This makes me so happy!