Yesterday I watched a cardinal guarding her nest in a tree near a parking lot:
She flitted back and forth between the tree and the supposed intruder she spotted in the side mirror of a car.
I watched awhile then went into the nursing home to visit my Mom. She understands that she will be moving from the rehab wing into long-term care there. It will mean downsizing from her small private room into a double. But she still wanted a list of all the things in her apartment so she could decide what to bring to the new room.
Mommas never stop guarding their nests, do they?
Love, hosaa,
wrestling with nests
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