Nidification...?

Nest building to you and me! That's what this pile of raked-up willow twigs reminded me of before I picked them up to cut the grass this afternoon.

Heidi was just checking I'd made a good job of things; she can be very exacting in the lawn tidiness department! Surprising for one who does most of the lawn wrecking!

I was then reminded of this poem learned as a child...

A Prehistoric Camp

It was the time of year
Pale lambs leap with thick leggings on
Over small hills that are not there,
That I climbed Eggardon.

The hedgerows were still bare
None ever knew so late a year;
Birds built their nests in open air
Love conquering their fear.

But there on the hill-crest,
Where only larks or stars look down,
Earthworks exposed a vaster nest,
Its race of men long flown.

Andrew Young 1885-1971