New neighbors in the lilac tree by the mailbox. After dinner, Bill, Deb, Helen, and I went out to see a strangely alien construction, a sock-like nest woven from moss, lichen and spider webs, resting delicately on a branch. Miniature gray birds with the unfortunate name of Bushtit have decided to raise a family here. Their nest is so tiny, it's hard to believe it's a bird condo lined with plant down, fur and feathers. The Bushtits are easily frightened so for the next month we will tiptoe around their nest or they could scatter for good, find a new home elsewhere.
About Me
- Naomi S
- A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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