Lovely Wife was out on our back patio yesterday evening reading a book on her much-loved Kindle.
We have a mockingbird out there that yells and squawks at us whenever anyone goes out in the back yard.
She noticed that the bird kept flying to our crepe myrtle bush, and realized that there's a nest in there.
She and Number One Daughter are too short to see into the nest to look for eggs. They called me out, and I could barely see over the edge and saw at least two eggs.
Lovely Wife's camera battery was dead so I got my camera and did a paparazzi style hold-the-camera-up-high-and-point-and-shoot-and-hope-you-get-a-good-shot impression.
The resulting egg pic came out OK, and as you can see, there are four of them.
Pretty cool. I hadn't seen real, wild bird eggs in many years. Probably since I was a kid.
Here's a pic of the Mom/Dad (don't know which) up on a wire right above and behind the crepe myrtle and nest.
I can hardly believe it's beak is closed in the photo, this rascal yammers on incessantly.