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The master builder’s red Mohawk twitched in the rain-winds, his dusky claws clinging to a branch of my summer snowflake viburnum, his short beak clinching a foot-long piece of flimsy twine. At least, that’s the perception of my visitor who provides materials for his mate to use; she knows how to build the 4 x 3” cup-shaped nest for their brood, over the next nine days.
The work continues, outside my study window. I’ve much to learn…
She nests upon a branch of my viburnum shrub. We wait with her.
Heart Whisperings 