Monday, April 28

Mop marauders

It seems a string mop lasts just fine until springtime, then strings fall out all over the place. Today I found out why—they become bird nests! Here, caught in the act, are a couple of finches. This also helps solve another mystery that occurs every spring, when I hear finches saying, “Look! It’s cotton/rayon blend—my favorite!” They should be called filches.

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