Winter Nests Deep-Hid

peering through the twigs

Blackbird’s nest in the bay tree, close to my cottage door. The female blackbird and I became great friends and we often sat together while she was on the nest. She let me look at the eggs, even watching as some of them hatched.

Hello, and welcome to Bracken & Wrack ‘between the moons’, as the Wolf Moon wanes towards a new lunar cycle.

Early February still counts as winter in my book, despite the sunshine and warm blustery winds I stepped out into this morning. But now that the days are noticeably lengthening it’s certainly true that spring is on its way.  I’ve been noticing the increased birdsong, especially around dusk, and that is a sure sign that the cogs are turning and nature is preparing to welcome myriad new birds’ nests in tree, hedge, hollow and hole.

At this moment of seasonal shift I thought I would like to explore the transition from a nest’s exposed winter bones in all their gaunt pathos to a newly patched or built nest, ready to hold the miracle of new life in a few short weeks’ time.

And what a miracle in itself a bird’s nest is.