What you find when you stop

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For half the world, Easter is in autumn not spring, so down here our nests are not freshly woven in trees with blue eggs, but falling.

I found this one last week. Out walking, I stepped well away from the road when a car was coming. After the car passed I went to take a step, looked down and found this at my feet.

The first thing out of my mouth was "look what you find when you stop." Which also happens to be what is preoccupying my nearly every waking thought in this time of restrained living. 

I love this nest. It's true, I love every nest I find. But this tiny nest seems to mirror an entire swirling galaxy. Which is another of my favourite ideas to ponder.

 
 
 
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writing ABOUT NESTS…

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I could feel it, that feeling again. The same one I get each time. Not I hope I find something or maybe I’ll find something but rather, there is something.

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It is in our nature to read things, we are born to read and find our meaning, I think again. I pause mid-step. On the path at my feet is a nest.

What you find when you stop
What you find when you stop

Out walking, I stepped well away from the road when a car was coming. After the car passed I went to take a step, looked down and found this at my feet.

I Made a Nest
I Made a Nest

I worked the seed heads in my hands, round and round, pressing my thumb as you would with a clay pot. I could feel the layers of thin stems pressing together, becoming tangled.

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Such busyness. Such relentless directed effort in building a nest…

Nests
Nests

It's possible that it's actually a failed attempt at a nest. It's hard to see how it could have held a single bird, let alone a clutch. Maybe it was a first attempt, a training ground. Maybe it was unfinished…

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