At the studio, there are some little alcoves under the porch roof with shelves. Juuuust big enough that a house finch thinks she can build a nest in one, and juuuuust small enough that she keeps knocking off what she puts up there when she goes for more. There’s a pile of tiny twigs under the shelf and no progress in two days. I thought she’d given up yesterday, but she was back again today. I hung an empty planter up neat it for her to use. We’ll see in a few days if she decides to.
