I don’t know whose nursery this was just weeks ago. By its size, 1 3/4 inches across the opening, it was someone very small. A hummingbird perhaps?
We walked this beautiful forest trail in the Santee Coastal Preserve this morning, immersed in the foliage colors, followed by a flock of little birds that teased us, flitting from one side of the trail to the other and back again, challenging us to figure out who they were.
Ruby crowned kinglets, chipping sparrows, chickadee, nuthatch, perhaps a pine warbler — a glimpse here and there was all they allowed.
On our way back to the car I lagged behind alone and came upon an object that had not been there 20 minutes before: on the trail, a perfect tiny bird nest. I picked it up, so light I hardly felt it was there.
In my mind I heard one of the little teases in the trees above me say, “This is for you. I know you’ll like it and I don’t need it anymore.”
I carried the nest back to the car and placed it gently in The Writer’s hands. Together we admired the beautiful workmanship, imagined it with jelly-bean size eggs, gaping mouths open for feeding, tiny bird feet perched on the lip for first flight.
What an exquisite gift, what a Delight!