Spud the dog and I found a nest today, a crushed cornucopia, a squashed tricorn hat, with an extravagant plume of horse hair. Mosses, lichens, feathers and webs, felted into a snug bivi bag of a home.
The fact we found iton the ground suggest its not a story with a happy ending.
We found it under the apple tree, near the conifer. I think its the nest of long tailed tits, one of my favourite birds. I’m guessing a magpie had something to do with its demise
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Sad. I am happy that we don’t have many magpies in our neighbourhood.
I have a few nests I’ve collected after windstorms. I don’t mind finding the empty ones quite so much, but once there was a very sad ending for some babies. It’s hard to watch, sometimes, but it is the way of the natural world.
What a shame it ended up like that. xx