A nest came down this spring. I think it was a pigeon’s nest, and it could have been the dove’s, but it lay on the ground under the tree…disintegrating. In the meantime the pigeons/doves moved on to bigger and better trees with fresher and stronger branches.
I’ve been walking around the old nest, a sad little pile of twigs, and I’ve been thinking about reconstructing it, rebuilding it.
Today I did just that, with some copper wire, a flint pebble and those forgotten twigs.