Once upon a time, in a land called DC, a little bird decided to make a home in my Christmas wreath. I didn't know it at the time, but the yells of Prime and Uber Eats folks, gave me a clue something was odd. Well, one day, in flew a bird from the wreath.
Birb was quickly dubbed "Blitzkreig Birb" by an amused Internet. It took 2 years to take down the wreath, but I did save that little nest.
This rustic, weathered shadow box is the perfect place for that famous nest. Accented with a few hand painted polymer eggs, it'll be a reminder that angels will always look over your shoulder. Or a delivery hating bird.
