As soon as I stepped into the room, my eyes were taken to the expanse of glass which looked out onto it. It was the fluttering that first drew my eyes to it. No... it couldn't be! But it was. A grey, noisy miner bird right in the centre of my potted gardenia which about five years ago I had decided to try to standardise. Over this time, attempts to train it have been hampered by green grubs several times, and despite my amateurish clipping and somewhat inadequate care, it has scrubbed up looking reasonable with a strong central trunk.
The miner had proceeded to begin building a nest - despite the fact that the the pot sits right next to my back door. Oh well it won't last long!