This beautiful little nest seems to have blown out of the hedge at the salt mines during the night. It weighs nothing, and is carefully crafted chiefly from feathers and human hair. Perhaps it belonged to a wren. It is absolutely tiny. All feeling quite sad that some poor little bird has lost the results of all that work, and will either have to begin again, or give up. Porr little blighter.
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Aw, I'm sad too! Whenever I see a nest on the ground, I hope that it isn't being used anymore, and the birdies have left it for greener pastures and nests of their own.
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