I see it out the window of my upstairs bathroom. It's a handy perch from which to see everything above street level. It's been there ever since I moved in here about 7 months ago. After all the rain, wind, and now sleet and snow it remains tucked neatly in the upper branches of an Alder tree. From what I can tell, it's empty. But the fact that it's survived tells me it cold easily be occupied again in a few months.
It's a nest. Probably a robin's nest because they were visible a while back from my upper vantage point. I marvel how it remains secure in it's place tucked in tightly between branches and able to withstand all that nature has to offer.
Some of the new apartment buildings going in all around this little cabin in the sky don't seem so well built. Like the birds that occupy that nest when the temperatures warm, the people soon to move into those new dwellings are just looking for some place to land. The battle for gentrification is being fought all around my town, with and without the birds and their homes.
Do birds she shelters? They could in this case because this one on my street is going nowhere. This week it even filled with snow for a little while. But like a strong road, it drained well.
Today, as I traversed the city I noticed the skyline dotted with more branch bundles and nests that have survived. No agent to unlock the premises for potential new occupants, just move-in ready. The rivers and streams are filling rapidly. The snow-pack is restoring itself nicely. And the prospect for new crops of birds look very good on this dark winter day.
Personal observations of one writer. Frequent references to pop culture, blues music and lifetime truths.
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