He was carrying something gingerly in his hand as he approached me after school. I was wondering what piece of trash he had picked up and was preserving.
"Mom! It's a nest!" (I so miss him calling them "mests"....)
His tiny hands held it up for me to inspect. It was a small nest, woven from hair, fur, fiber, grass and whatever supplies the birds had deemed useful. Discarded and spent odds and ends were beautifully and delicately interwoven into the coziest of living spaces. Their ability to use what they can find, to build what they need to build, amazes me. What we could learn from the birds.