A pair of robins, displaced by the chain saws, have found a place to nest in the honey suckle. When I pass they screech, chiding me for disturbing their new home while I still mourn their old one. They have moved on, wise creatures.

An urban garden diary
A pair of robins, displaced by the chain saws, have found a place to nest in the honey suckle. When I pass they screech, chiding me for disturbing their new home while I still mourn their old one. They have moved on, wise creatures.
