On the Saturday night before Easter, my wife hung a pair of Easter Wreaths on our front door. We had family from both our sides over on Easter Sunday, and on Monday we took all of the spawn down to the beachhouse for some spring break R&R.
I stepped out the front door yesterday morning, and was sternly scolded for my transgression by:
These are House Wrens. Apparently, they're voracious little predators and eat all sorts of nasty, scum-of-the-earth little creatures like cockroaches, bloodsucking mosquitos, and liberal statists.