Such a nice spring day, so I decided to chill outside on the back deck. I noticed that an inner part of the roof at the pitch is missing. Not good, right?

No sooner did I think, "hmm, maybe one of the animals we sometimes hear in the walls might be living in there," did a bird fly inside.

Saw the bird fly out again. Assuming it is a female building a nest...

a logical assumption. My great aunt's name was Henrietta. Francine is a nice name, too.

heylisa, aww, it's a pretty name! Still undecided.