There has been a tragedy. Perhaps it is the first of many this Spring. High winds took out the robin's nest on the potter's bench near the garden. The four perfect eggs are no more. There is, strangely enough, no sign of them. The house lay on the ground with the nest inside albeit disrupted.
As nature would have it, we spotted a single egg in a nest that was built last year in the cherry tree being closely nurtured by a most cautious bird.
Life seems difficult for these creatures and still I envy their lack of commerce and television.
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