My two nieces and I went out to take a look at the pretty eggs that a mama bird had worked so hard to make a nest for.
We didn't know what to do, I mean they couldn't give up their grill to every bird in town, but we knew we couldn't move the nest. We were already worried that the mom wouldn't come back after we had moved the lid to the grill.
My two little nieces were so enamored by the nest and pretty blue eggs, that they just kept asking to go and see them. When my mom asked me what she should do about the nest, I said "Well you can't kill the little baby birds, that's just too sad." My little niece Jessica overheard our conversation and for the rest of the night she followed my mom around saying "Grandma, you can't kill the birds." She was just sure if she didn't remind my mom every half hour, that she just couldn't kill those unhatched baby birds, my mom would forget, and run out there and throw away that nest. She sounded like a little version of the Rainman.
We ended up having my brother bring his small grill over, because no one could bring themselves to disturb the nest. So if you know of any birds in need of a warm hotel, my mom's grill is available.