Marsh wren, to be exact, living in a weird moss contrivance in the lavendar on the back porch under the pavillion. All mentions of the marsh wren in my bird book involve the words "reed" and "cattails". They're short of things like "moss" and "lavendar". But she's got eggs! Cute! We've been adopted. ::flails about helplessly from all the cuteness::

In other news, I went to Goodwill to pick up the suit I'd been debating for a week (perfect condition, formerly something very expensive) and browsed further, turned around, and...saw a full-lenght leather longcoat. Leather, not vinyl. You heard me. $28 later and it is *mine*. I have a weakness for cool coats.

Wren!