Springtime’s Not-So-Peaceable Kingdom
By Margaret Renkl
The New York Times, 4 June 2017

In spring, I search for nests. I part the branches of shrubs and low-limbed trees, peering into their depths for a clump of sticks and string and shredded plastic — the messy structure of a mockingbird’s nest. I squat and look upward for a cardinal’s tidy brown bowl. I stand even with the end of my house and look from the side into the ivy climbing the bricks, searching for a tiny avian hammock tucked into the leaves by house finches. I check the fern hanging under the eaves for the vortex tunnel built by a Carolina wren. I watch at my window for blue jays flying into and out of the tree canopy, and I try to pinpoint the exact Y-crook in the branches where they’ve hidden their young.

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