Bird report: only crows in the live oaks across the street. The mourning doves' nest in the eave of our porch blew down, and they'll have to start from scratch, although I think they like the industry of making a twiggy home for their young. I did this in Houston, and walking into our little apt. in the afternoons after carpool makes me grateful for every stick of furniture, every leftover in the fridge, clean sheets and towels, the bars of soap, unread newspapers on the counter, and that I have a child to nudge awake every morning.