Today I rode my bike to the nest and found her in need of repair. I did this as gently as possible. And I couldn't help thinking of the work wild animals must do to find suitable spaces for the creation of shelter, then to maintain them despite everything. Mine is only a kind of play pen. It had taken a beating in the freeze and the thaw, and I delicately unburied strands and since they weren't reattachable, I used sticks to anchor them where I thought they wanted to be. More later, my puppy is getting wild with her dinner-time hunger and must be satisfied!
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