It’s not a new nest, and when I recall how many terrific winds have gusted through the neighborhood this year alone, the engineering of the bird home is all the more remarkable. Whose is it? Will they be returning to it, as so many birds do?
I’ll start monitoring it. As the oak begins to bud and leaf, I expect that’s when the home will be reinhabited. I’ll keep you posted.
Until then, I aim to follow these wise words from poet Mary Oliver, and I encourage you to do the same:
“Instructions for living a life:
Tell about it.”
—from “Sometimes,” in Red Bird by Mary Oliver