On a spring Tuesday I am hunting for nests. Mostly so I can recite this poem…. For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking round— Wherefore when boughs are free— Households in every tree— Pilgrim be found? Perhaps a home too high— Ah Aristocracy! The little Wren desires— Perhaps of twig … Continue reading Nesting
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