hacuna matata

It's really a terrible place to build a nest.

It's in the top of the ficus tree (which is not being tended and looks like it has been on a 40-day fast).  The tree is on the patio, right outside the Bedroom Door.  There is Coming and Going at all hours of the Day and Night because the Golden and the Schnauzer count it a badge of honor to see who can ask to get in and get out the most times in one day.

But the ficus is where Mr. and Mrs. Cardinal chose to establish the homestead.

They worked for two days on the nest.  I'm assuming there is a Hotel in the pecan tree or perhaps the fig tree because I would hear them talking to each other while on Break and when they weren't working.

When the Babies come, there will need to be Much Prayer go up, because the Golden has been known to Lose her Religion and fall off the wagon when it comes to Baby Birds.  They are just too much of a Temptation.

But, regardless...the Nest is there.  And Mrs. Cardinal just blinks at me in a bored sort of way when I walk right up to it and stare her in the eye.

She must go to Poombah and Timone's church.  And she has not yet experienced the fact that the Golden and the Schnauzer are as Roaring Lions, seeking...