Before we left for our little trip, the father of one of our Cub Scouts pointed out that there was something in the nest in our wreath. I peeked in, and sure enough, there was something there. An oddly pulsating mass of flesh and fuzz. I knew they were baby birds, but they looked gross!
Fast forward to yesterday. They actually look like cute little birdies now, instead of alien somethings. Feel free to ignore the poop. I try to. Luckily I got the wreath secondhand for next to nothing, so it will be hitting the trash at the end of the year!