Empty Nests

With the temperatures rising and with outside as the safest place to be, I’ve decided to expand the morning walks and take up a challenge posed in The Art of Noticing, by Rob Walker. Every morning a new way to pay attention. This morning — nests.

There are a ton of them (many too far away for my phone’s camera to do justice to). It reminded me to put out colored string in small pieces around the house, something I’ve done for a few years and occasionally am rewarded by spotting some put to use later in the summer or fall.

I cannot pass up a fallen nest, and collect them in an outbuilding. They rarely last long, as the mice put them to good use in their own nests.

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