The most beautiful thing

At our wedding shower, one of my husband's aunts gave us this birdhouse. It was kinda pretty, being painted all pretty blue and stuff, although the funky green shredded paper stuff on top was a little weird.

Somehow we never got around to hanging it up all these years, and finally did when we moved into our latest apartment. I had been wanting to buy some bird feed for it since it seemed kind of useless.

Apparently, the birdies think otherwise!

For awhile now, we've been watching the movements of a bird (two?) who has been flying in and out of it with what is presumably the makings of a nest in his mouth.

Today while DH and I were out there stinking up the air and poluting the little birdies' lungs, we heard a strange little peeping sound. And lo, it was coming from our own ramshackle birdhouse! Peering up, we were treated to the view of a baby mouth, wide open, poking out of the bottom hole, waiting for mommy/daddy to bring home the grub.

I don't know how many there are--so far, we have only seen one. And what a cute one it is!

As we were getting up to go back inside, Parent Bird showed back up with some sort of green bug jammed in its mouth.

Makes muh heart sing, I tell yers.