We watch it as it flies about, bits of dry grass and twigs in its mouth. Back and forth it goes with more and more loads. It brings the little bundles to a comfortable hollow in our window box, so we can watch its progress close up, through the window. The little structure it is so intent on building gradually grows....
It is tomorrow now. We spot three speckled, round objects in the very base of the structure. She who built the structure is no where in sight. We hope we have not scared her away. We hope she will come back soon. We hope the round objects stay warm...
It is tomorrow again. She has come back. She is sitting low in her little structure, hiding the round objects from view. And if we stand at a careful distance from the window, so as to not scare her away again, we can see her body rise and fall in a steady motion as she breathes. Her head is down, curled up on her chest. No, now she is looking nervously around, her small, beady eyes looking for danger. We can see clearly her yellow beak contrasting with her grey body.
The question is, will she stay or will all hope for those helpless round objects be lost?
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