Turquoise blue with brown speckles, four blackbird eggs in a nest made from grass stems, moss and leaves. A structure made without tools, or hands or a written plan, with care and attention to detail and skill. A place, briefly a “Home” for this bird. A small miracle, treasure in the garden. And Max has a very interesting rumination on the subject of “home” here.
I cannot get pictures of the bluetits’ nest-it is in a box above the back door, but would love to see any nests-bird, bee, dragon, whatever, if you come across them. Send me a note or leave a comment and I will link to them.
Another tiny miracle-the nest entrance made by a mining bee, about 5 mms or 1/4 inch across. When I enlarged this picture I could see part of the occupant’s little face. It made me smile. I have found a bumble bee nest entrance too-but cannot stretch you patience by posting another picture of a hole in the ground. You will just have to imagine that one.