A mama finch decided to take up residence in our hanging basket. I'm very glad she did. I even let our flowers die because I was afraid I would disturb her nesting.
The poor thing built her nest just before the flood, and stayed on top of those eggs during the 48 hours of storming. That's one dedicated mama if you ask me.
A few days after the flood, this happened.
And these fuzzy little clumps arrived into the world.
Within a week or so, they started looking like birds.
Most precious thing ever?
I think so.