|Mother's Day 2011|
A Bird's Nest
I call her Robinette. I see her every morning just before I leave for school. I found her nest by accident. I was taking pictures of one of my pear trees, white with blossoms. I got up under the branches and she suddenly whipped out of the tree. Then I saw the nest, perfectly cupped in the arms of the low branches. Where there eggs in it? I dragged a kitchen stool out to see if I could peer inside. The tree was buzzing with bees. I still couldn't see so I held my camera over the top of the nest and quickly snapped a few pictures. I figured Robinette was getting pretty distressed and I had disrupted her work long enough. After I dragged the stool back into the house, I saw her swoop back through the flowers and into her nest.