i had these heirloom roses that i tried to bring from story city, but they didn't survive the winter. they'd been all dead and vine-y and sitting next to the garage for a while, so i figured i'd dump them into the compost pile. at which point they attacked me. i looked like i got had by cat kirk. i mean, Rose Kirk.
so then (this whole thing deserves its own blog post, i guess; it's like a bird soap opera), the sparrow just kept hanging out on top of the garage, calling out to other birds, presumably to find a renter for his squatted digs. and lo and behold, Said Dove answered the call.
so what am i supposed to think of all this? she's clearly not a bird on the up-and-up. unless maybe she was lied to and told the nest was was like a spec nest or something, and she's totally innocent in all of this. i wouldn't put it past that sparrow to pull something like that, either. okay, it's settled: i'm giving this dove the benefit of the doubt. and also, i think i need to get a t.v. because i get weird when given too much free rein when it comes to entertaining myself.