This basket hangs between our garage doors. My scrapbooking area / office is in the room directly above the garage.
For the past few weeks, I've been watching a mama bird (a house wren, I think) take sticks and leaves to the basket to build her nest. Several times I have hauled the ladder to the basket to check the nest. Until this week, it was empty.
Now, the nest holds seven tiny, spotted eggs. By peering out my window, I can see the mama bird sitting on her nest. I can see her fly to and from the big evergreen tree. But in order to see the eggs this closely, I had to get the ladder. When I water the flowers, I am careful not to water the eggs or the nest, although I know they are waterproof. I am also careful not to touch the nest.
We've had birds build nests in hanging baskets in the past, and it never fails to fascinate me. I believe that it's a privilege to be able to watch this process unfold.