The Nest

A couple of weeks ago, when I got home from work, I found my wife sitting on the front deck. As I approached, she put her finger to her lips, cautioning me to be quiet and tapped the chair beside her for me to sit.

When I was settled, she pointed to a small maple tree about 10 feet from the deck. I peered into the branches and saw a birds nest. As I watched, a robin came flying in with a mouthful of straw and other building materials.

We watched as the bird worked, placing the material and packing it into place in the partially finished nest. Shortly another bird appeared, obviously it's mate, with a load of nesting material in it's beek.

My wife informed me that she had been watching this process for some time. The fact that we were sitting there talking didn't seem to bother the birds to any great extent. The birds were oblivious to us and to our dog who was wandering around on the deck periodically giving low, throaty growls at the cat that was tantalizing him from across the street.