Waiting, Waiting, Waiting, ...

The old light fixture at our front door.

There is some hay hanging at the base.

From the side, little eggs are visible.

View from the top of the light fixture: five little eggs in the nest that is lined by a mixture of hay and Angora wool.

Betty says,

"There has been a bird zipping and zapping every time we walk close to our front door. We figured that there must be a bird nest somewhere but did not know where it was. After much investigation, a clue appears: there is some hay hanging under the light fixture.

Getting on a stool, we could see from the side that there are some little eggs inside the light fixture. From the top, it's obvious that there are five eggs nested in the mixture of hay and luxurious Angora wool!

We are now the hostage in our own home: we don't open our front door, we don't turn on our light, we don't even walk close to the area, hoping that the mama bird would be able to sit in her nest to keep her eggs warm.

We are waiting, waiting and waiting for the baby birds to arrive so that we could reclaim our front door when they fly away."