Bird Nest Pancakes p34: in the bushes, where else? Walking to our neighbours patio for dinner, past the towering hedge, at my eye level, there’s a small entrance-way to a Robin’s nest, pretty red breast, gorgeous blue eggs, chicks hatched, constant feeding, so I don’t dally… I marvel at the Robin’s tenacity, enough of them keep their nests secret from predators; domestic cats, black squirrels, magpies, that they come back every year, their sweet innocent song heralding Spring.

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