And Then There Were None

Robin Nestlings

In our absence (three days on the road riding our bikes) our little nestlings had vanished.  

The potted vine had fallen to the ground.  The nest that had been housed there was empty. 
Now one could speculate the little nestlings had out 
grown their nest, but I rather doubt that was the case.   For other mischief in and around the yard would suggest a raccoon had come to visit, and stayed for dinner.

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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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