Stepping out onto the front stoop. Something caught my eye. I just couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was. Slowly, beginning at the outer perimeter, I did a visual sweep.
Eureka! There it was. Squatters!
Woven with twigs and grass, a nest was neatly tucked in among the vines of a potted plant. Wet traces of mud lined the interior.
In their absence, I lay in wait and watched. Sooner or later they would have to return and show themselves.