The birdwatching was definitely more satisfying. Mildred Pierce ended so oddly and suddenly. Maybe hoping for a second season?
I came home after work one day to see this partly-made nest fallen under the tree, and wondered if the wind blew it down. This could belong to a robin, or a mourning dove, or a cardinal, because all of them were to-ing and fro-ing from the fir bird condo. I left the nest where it fell, so I could continue to admire the handiwork whenever I walk by.
This year we have a pair of chicadees roosting in the birdhouse. They come and go lightning quick, darting in and out of the small hole with admirable precision. I don't think there are more than a few millimeters to spare, so they must time their entry perfectly for wings-tightly-closed.
I look forward to the flash of red of the male cardinal, and yesterday saw 2 males together. Too territorial to pair, I realized. On closer look, they were scarlet tanagers. They'd flitted in and left after a minute or two. I stayed staring out for a good 15 minutes but they didn't return... maybe just passing through. I feel lucky to have caught their brief appearance.