Someone added these two stones and an acorn cap to a tiny abandoned nest we'd found in our yard, which found its way into my office. That a bird would make its nest entirely of the long, brown pine needles is not surprising. We sweep them from our deck several times each day. The grain of the water-worn stone and the wood complement each other—hard and soft, pine and granite—where we live in the Granite State. My life has hard and soft elements, too.
An Eastern phoebe's nest, which is larger, is perched under our eaves with the same pair of birds returning each year. There are loons, and sometimes a loon chick, on our nearby lake. The hummingbirds arrive at our feeder and amaze my own two "nestlings" all summer long.
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