This week we have been watching a purple finch pair try to build a nest on our front-porch lamp. Actually, the female has been doing all the work and the male has been tweeting directions from a nearby tree. She has spent hours flying back and forth getting twigs and fluff and bringing them to the lamp. The only problem is that not a single twig has stayed there. Every single one has fallen onto the mailbox below or onto the porch.
But she still keeps bringing more.
There's a reason they call it bird-brained.