The Eurasian penduline tit weaves plant fibers and fluffy seeds into nests so soft and strong children in Eastern Europe have worn them as
I notice a small nest on the casing around our porch light, protected under the eaves from rain. My four-year-old niece and I see
I turned into a bird-footed woman, a naked night orphan. Did I tell you? I tear a green bloom from the poisonous stinking hellebore.