My husband figured out what was going on when he saw a robin attack the windows of his truck. One (I hope) excited robin equals a lot of poop.
Yesterday evening while working in the quilt room, I heard a tapping on one of the windows. I investigated and saw a robin. I don't know if it is the same one but, if so, it better not leave souvenirs of its presence on my walls.
I couldn't get a photo of it at the window but did get this one as it was pretending to be someone else.
Doesn't it do a great job of blending into the background? Even that bright orange tummy seems part of the leaves.
I am making great strides in getting my studio back into shape. There are still totes that haven't been emptied since I moved into the room and they will have to wait for a bit. I need to build some shelves for my thread and notions for the long arm frame.
I hung my laundry out this morning. How nice to be able to do so in shorts and sandals!