Mi casa, Su casa

I have often made the comment that our garage is so dirty and cluttered that small animals have moved in and set up home. However - despite the fact that each spring a colony of bumblebees sets up a nest in the framework - this declaration was made in jest. The animals moving in part was in jest, the slovenly state of our garage was sadly, not. Recently though, my jesting has turned prophetic.

Do you see this artfully arranged cluster of an even-freecyclers-didn't-want-it-infant-seat, two flat basketballs and a random shoe? Klassy isn't it?
I think the fact that they are sitting on a broken chipboard dresser between bed rails and a shower frame really gives it that extra-special somethin'.

And now, lets look closer shall we? A nest. A momma bird found our disarray cozy and has indeed set up home. There was a brief talk of moving the nest until further inspection revealed this:
Eggs. Those are eggs. (Badly photographed in an effort not to disturb them.)

The chaotic children and I were delighted. We go out daily, much to the mama-bird's dismay, to check on their progress. We make certain the garage door stays open until far after dark to assure the mama's return, and is opened bright and early for her morning constitutional.

And best of all...We now have an actual excuse for not cleaning our garage. We are preserving nature, people!

And who said we aren't green?