They were gathering branches and flying up to the tops of the still bare trees to put together nests. When the birds' flight refocused my attention upwards, I was surprised to see so many nests built together. I stood for a long while strangely observing these birds busily getting ready.
My weekend has not been spent in the trees, but I have been gathering up loose ends and cleaning my nest. I am getting ready for something -- I can feel that it is time for some change, even if the snow continues to fly outside of my window. Sometimes it feels good just to be home, taking time to sweep, gather things together, fix a meal, use the sauna, and hunker down. Anything else would simply be for the birds!
