“Tuppence a bag….”
On our back dock at The Store, we keep, among other things, a rack housing the supply of wood that we have on hand for various carpentry needs throughout the year. And many years–not every year, but quite a few of them–a bird, usually a robin, will make a nest in my woodpile. This year was no different, and as soon as I saw her making the nest I started keeping tabs on things. By sheer accident of a couple of pallets nearby, I was able to actually get a good vantage point to track the progress of Mama’s eggs and,Down the rabbit hole….
