We have a squatter on our front porch.
She lives in an old hanging basket that we neglected to take down last fall.
The kids named her Love, since she is a dove.
We first spotted her a few weeks ago. I looked through the kitchen window and saw her poking around in the basket. Scott went onto the porch, and she flew away. We figured she wouldn't want to nest in such a noisy place, anyhow.
Love flew back earlier this week and has been perched there ever since. She tolerates the loud sounds of inquisitive children just fine. We're lucky to have such a great view of nature at work!
And look... we even have blossoms! Spring is here!
