My first thought was, "Oh, no! The last time I had any dealings with this column, I was rescuing a rodent from it's depths." Have you ever seen a soaking wet, very mad, squirrel. I HAVE! Anyway, I took a peak and the nest was empty. Whew!
Being the procrastinator I am, I waited to talk with The Man about it for about a week. Him: "Hey, we have a bird's nest on the front porch." Me: "Oh yeah, I meant to talk with you about that. Should we take it down?" Ha, fine time to take it down, girlie girl:
At first glance, you'd think, whew! she got away with procrastinating. HA! I have NEVER had such luck!
Aw! How sweet! If I had taken the nest down, that poor mama bird would still be flying around saying, "I am NOT going to just cross my legs until you build another nest!!!"
So I could tell you a whole bunch of canned reasons that indicated spring has sprung, or I could say that a little birdie told me so. In fact, a little, fast, sensative birdie DID tell me so (click for a better view):