Birdies have long had a nest inside of our front wall, under our
windowsills -- fat little sparrows, at least four years now, making
themselves quite at home. But now another couple of sparrows are
building a nest inside of our stuck-open-on-the-outside,
stuck-closed-on-the-inside bedroom window. Do we take it as a
compliment? Do my husband and I exude such waves of domesticity as are
irresistible to the fluffier species?