Nesting

“Jesus said, ‘Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.’” Matthew 8:20


One of my favorite things about springtime is to find a bird’s nest. I like to be nosey and look into the nest every so often and see what the babies look like.


And take pictures.

Sometimes they aren’t so cute!  Yikes!


In years’ past we’ve had wrens and robins and scissortail flycatchers. Our barn also serves as a nursery for mainly starlings. Numerous have jumped to their death before their time and have had to be carted out on a shovel blade.


Yesterday, the hub found this nest in one of our cedar trees in the fence row:

I believe it to be that of a sparrow, but I’m never sure until the babies get their feathers.


Look at the construction though. I could try and try and never build a bird’s nest the way a bird can.


I believe I see some horse hair in there, probably from Roany Pony and Scooter. I believe there to be some wool woven in as well, probably from the sheep in need of liberation.


I’ll be standing on a five-gallon bucket several times in the next couple of weeks to check on the occupants’ progress. Then, after everyone has moved out, I’ll take the nest down for a closer look. The kids and I will marvel at its construction and speculate as to where the bird found its materials. We’ll also feel inadequate to ever make such a conglomerate into a useful item, though we might try anyway.


May you find your environment ever plentiful of things to help make your house a home.