Look what we found in our front door wreath this morning! Baby birds!!! There were four eggs, but as you can see, one has hatched. It's probably the smallest bird we have ever seen. I haven't seen the mother bird in the nest yet. Every time we open the front door she flies off. What's puzzling me is that father bird is with her and flies off, too. I don't understand how they both can fit in that tiny nest. Oh well! I'm just glad that mother and father are taking care of their babies and that we have a functional bird family. The little red ball of feathers is our new baby bird!