hoary redpoll
Alaska, 1896
(photo from Audubonmagazine.org)
I can’t stop looking at these. There is something so magical and beautiful about a bird’s nest– so resourceful and intricate. And then there’s the eggs, the subtle colors, the perfect shape that are full of even more magic. Watching our bird friends visit our window, the sparrows shoving huge beakfuls of grass through the tiny door to their house, has really got birds on my brain. Stephani and her chicks are no help either, of course. All this has led Brenna and I on a chicken researching frenzy. As I prepare to turn our nest over to new inhabitants and daydream about setting up a new home for my own little brood, I can’t help but dream of having a few of these, and maybe this to keep them warm and snug.
I wonder if I could get one of those chicken houses and have chickens in my backyard? That would be SO great. Fresh eggs…yum!
I too have been dreaming of chickens. I love fresh eggs and want to have just enough chickens so I wont have to buy them.
Those chicken houses look wonderful.
I dream of having my own chickens too, and you’re right, the nests are beautiful. I spent a good part of the morning bird watching with my little daughter–thanks for the continual inspiration. Sachi