Our little feathered-friend who's taken up residence on our front door wreath must be close to motherhood. Up until a few days ago she would take off the minute the door opened. But not anymore. We come and go for the newspaper and mail and she sits tight, just giving us the evil eye as if to say, "Who do you think you are?". Don't mind us, we only own the house. Given momma's lack of interest in flying the coop I figure her eggs are ready to pop any day now. So it only seems appropriate that we name her...and we need your help.
Give us your suggestions for naming momma bird and our the winner -- chosen by our select panel of judges -- will receive a very special, one-of-a-kind Found In Fishers keepsake. Be creative and let's get those names rollin' in!
