Avian affairs

I sometimes walk around a neighborhood in Mountain View where most of the houses are probably mid-century (with a smattering of McMansions where someone’s bought the property for upwards of a million dollars, scraped the edifice and slapped up something pretentious). A few weeks ago I saw this basket in the magnolia tree:

Well, too early and too high for hiding Easter eggs, I’d have thought. And when I got up close, here were the contents:

So I’m thinking that the householders were putting out materials for birds to do a little home-building of their own. Because, like I said, too early for Easter; and eggs (even symbolically) might be a little insensitive.

Kind of nice, really.