The Nest
In early April I discovered a momma robin had made her nest in the pergola over my deck. She had tucked her baby’s home in the corner by my sparkly lights. I checked on her every day. She chattered at me from the nearby tree if I came out when she was not perched on her egg – warning me to go away. Her nest was beautiful and intricate with all of the tree branches woven tight and spare grasses forming a soft cradle. I could not see the egg inside because it was too high up and, the truth
