We’ve been watching robins nesting in our garden – finding bits, tugging at string, and today I saw one of them sitting on the nest. The nest is tucked up in a pear tree that’s not quite leafed out. I’m hoping we’ll be able to watch once it’s fully leafed. I’m sure there’s a wonderful analogy between nesting and writing – collecting bits, weaving them into shape, sitting and waiting,
watching the babies hatch and then leave home – but for now I’m content to just watch the birds.
(The nest is in the middle, just below the horizontal branches).
Maureen
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