The junco nest is full of activity. Four newly hatched baby birds, mom and dad junco frantically feeding their brood. I heard yesterday that another family of juncos had taken up residence in the bird house our 10 year old grandson built and erected in their city neighborhood. Evidently, 10 year old curiosity and impulsiveness got the better of our sweet (but exasperating) boy and he decided to raise the babies in his bedroom. Luckily the cleaning lady came by just hours later to discover the source of frantic squeaking inside the bedroom. Three baby birds. After learning where they actually "live" she returned them to the bird house. Haven't heard yet whether the parents resumed rearing their human-smelling babies, but I can only hope for the best. The grandson, meanwhile, reached a tearful and contrite position, and said he would never do anything like that again. He especially reacted to descriptions of frantic junco parents searching for their abducted little ones. Life's lessons are sometimes painful.