"No, nothing is wrong, but what's going on?" He peers into the kitchen and there's a large nest! Every room he goes, a nest here, a nest there, taking up space. Built with leaves and twigs that Leanne probably gathered around from the neighborhood. With all of that material, his home smells faintly like the woods.

It's cute, the nests around the house, but he wondered if there is something wrong. "Leanne, are you well?" Then in a calmer tone, perplexed by her behavior. "Why do you build so many nests?" Maybe she needs a trip to the vet?