A couple of weeks ago, I was doing some cleaning in our garage. As I approached the corner where we keep our broom and various tools, a startled chickadee flew out. At first I was confused as to why a bird would be hidden among our tools and then it dawned on me - she had a nest. Sure enough, when I moved aside the broom, there was a nest containing five tiny eggs. After that, I was like a moth to the flame; I couldn't resist checking on the status of the eggs. I tried not to get too close as the mother always flew away when I entered her personal space, but I kept checking to see if we had any new arrivals. Well, the eggs have hatched and we now have some baby chickadees living in our garage. I love this time of year.