Looks like a wad of twigs,
but there is more than meets the eye.
Well hidden deep inside…
an amazing variety of items lining the nest.
My son even notice bits and pieces rug from the remnants we have laying on our deck
and silk flower petals blown off of gravestones up the hill.
The precious eggs of a mocking bird.
In an attempt to tame our wildly growing forsythia, a nest was uncovered. When the hack-job trimming was completed, the nest was carefully placed back in the bush, with gloved hands so as not to leave a scent. The bird returned and continued to tend her nest.
Looking forward to watching life break free.
