I am picking up branches and cones and my daughter is playing beside me. My hands smell of trees and earth. I am immersed in my surroundings. It's cooler here and the light a bit subdued. Standing above us huddled together like a prayer circle are mature Douglas fir trees. Their arms are outstretched over young trees rooted in the fallen firs lying with their guts wrenched open and red earth spilling out of them. "Look," my daughter says excitedly. She hands a nest to me. It has blown out of these outstretched limbs in the winter winds. While some of the nest material is gone much of it remains. There is a piece of cotton string, blue tarp threads, clear plastic shreds, rootlets, and feathers on the rim. They are intertwined together delicate yet strong preserving this piece of woven history. A story untold. When we get home we make a wreath for the cabin door.
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My sister found a nest tucked into her front door wreath. There are five tiny eggs inside and we have been watching from inside, behind the glass, through a curtain, trying not to disturb. It's a wonderful time of year. Pretty door...great color!
ReplyDeleteLol. Beautiful. Enjoy. Birds are so entertaining and it is a wonderful time of year. Ronda
DeleteWhat a lovely idea for using a nest that the birds don't want anymore. Just today I discovered that chickadees have made a nest in the birdhouse I put up a month ago! The nest is very square, packed into the corners of the house. :-)
ReplyDeleteI think that is absolutely wonderful! It must be very rewarding to see them using the birdhouse. Many blessings to you for your effort.
DeleteSuch a beautiful thought you've shared Ronda... how precious that your daughter found this nest, and you were able to incorporate it into your wreath on the front door. Spring is indeed a joyous time of year!
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