Robins Nest

Stepping out onto the front stoop. Something caught my eye.  I just couldn’t quite put a finger on what it was.  Slowly, beginning at the outer perimeter, I did a visual sweep.

Eureka! There it was. Squatters!

Woven with twigs and grass, a nest was neatly tucked in among the vines of a potted plant.  Wet traces of mud lined the interior.

In their absence, I lay in wait and watched.  Sooner or later they would have to return and show themselves.


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Down in my basement, lined neatly on a shelf are handwritten notebooks chronicling my life. After years of writing, the experience became more of a burden then an important part of my day so I quit writing. Five years later I took up writing again. This time it was in the form of a blog which gave me a place to hang out after I lost my job. From there my blog content morphed into writing about my general contractor experience building our house. As my life experiences grew so did my blog.

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