Beneath the Eaves

For the last week, I've noticed bits of mud and grass scattered near the back door. I thought Daisy was the guilty party. Then I looked up.
I had seen swallows flitting in and out of the garage, but the closed doors at night must have discouraged them. So, they settled on constructing their nest on the back porch, on the bricks, just under the eaves. They'll have great protection from the weather.

Apparently, activity through the door doesn't bother them. They're still building.