Several days ago a bird startled me flying out from a vine growing on a small trellis. I peeked in and saw a nest within the leafy vine, two perfect blue eggs inside. Today I had my phone handy, decided to get a picture of the eggs...empty, not the slightest trace of feather or shell. There's another nest on the top of a drain spout, too high to peek in, but I did see momma sitting quietly there today. I feel honored when they nest nearby and a bit nostalgic when they fledge.