Nature, in her brilliancy, has developed a way of keeping secrets.
Female birds who blend in with the moss and the twigs.
Eggs, speckled, with the colour of sand and soil.
Nests, that fit into crevices and nooks and crannies.
During the spring and summer, we walk by them numerous times,
blind to the fact of a whole new generation being brought up.
In the winter, there sit the brown balls of roots, lichens and grass,
staring at us at eye level...taunting us as if to say...
"ha! fooled you!"
So it was on Sunday, when my nephew said he had spotted a robin on a nest...
he took me to have a quiet look and after a minute or so of searching,
there she was.
Quietly going about her motherly duties.
Right outside the door to the house.
Isn't Mother Nature grand?!