This morning while eating breakfast, we were looking out of our kitchen window admiring a little bird sitting on one of our hanging flowerpots. He flew away and came back with a little twig in his beak and disappeared among the flowers in the pot. This scene repeated itself a few times, so after breakfast we peeked into the flower basket and found a pretty little nest.
I'm sure the little bird thought he found the most beautiful place in the yard for his nest and was not aware of the daily flooding hazard from my watering can.
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