I had a very unexpected but pleasant surprise this morning. I noticed that the newly repotted bromeliad sitting on the picnic table had several holes in it created by an overly zealous squirrel. The bag of potting soil was conveniently still next to it so I decided to fill said holes before taking the plant indoors for the winter. As I was filing the holes, an Eastern Phoebe flew right towards me, turning away just inches from my heart and landing on the edge of the bag of potting soil. It stayed there several minutes, allowing me to talk to him/her. I extended my arm hoping it would hop on as I was only about a foot away. It was so close to me! I wondered if it was one half of the pair that created a nest on my back porch last spring and was looking to make its second brood of the year.