Wally counted 19 birds on the feeders this morning - a new record. Scads more in the trees. They are like three year olds - they squabble, they only want a perch if someone else is using it...hopefully we will have babies soon. In lovely nests made of twigs and doormat (they are pulling them apart) and dryer lint. Liz has chickens; her nests are made of twigs and tiny chicken feathers.