I had to leave the studio door open one night because I was firing the kiln. The next day I didn't get out to the studio until after lunch. By then the nest was halfway built and I didn't have the heart to just lock them out. The male and the female took turns screeching at me and coming in with bits of twigs and pollen and in one day had finished the nest.
I didn't hear or see anything for the next few days so I assumed that they didn't like my presence and had abandoned the nest. I was so sure of it that one night I locked the door. Bad idea! The next day, the wren flew out as soon as the door was opened and there were all manner of things on the floor: boxes of sitter cones strewn about, small jars of underglaze... and, of course, bird poop all over.

The bad news is that I don't think I'll be firing the kiln until the baby birds are gone.
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