This is the nest of tailor birds that starred in last April, I have never seen the owners since then. We build bungalows, birds never. Mother birds even sleep outside after eggs have been hatched.
As a temporary asylum, a bird nest is not luxuriously built. The birds enjoy rain drops as Cola, the surround sound systems in the Nature, earth’s the bed and sky’s the quilt.
I think of this again when I saw another new born this morning. I tend to relate this to a spider I found nearby.
A bird flies, and a spider swings; they re-cycle and build. We walk and run, so we need bungalows.
I last thought a spider needed a pair of sunglasses. I can be wrong.