Really. They just seem to be everywhere. On the way home from the gym the other day I counted 6 bird nests, and today, on the way home from the grocery store, I saw 4 more. Little houses, waiting to be occupied. Sort of like empty apartments, I think, except I don’t look as fondly at empty apartments as I do bird nests. I keep wondering if we have a nest in our evergreen tree in the back yard, because it’s been full of birds all winter, but don’t want to disturb them to go creeping around the tree and peeking into the branches. Have just enjoyed their company so far this winter. I always feel special when I find a bird’s nest, and don’t really know why. Maybe it’s because I know that a lot of people never see them, probably because they never bother to look up at the trees. Little do they know what they’re missing.