I have been suspicious that robins are nesting in the cottonwood. They are almost always around and earlier I found a perfect blue egg in the yard. Brian held a flashlight to it and we could see the round yoke, but no bird shape. The egg sits on a yellow felt flower in the kitchen now, a forever reminder of the beauty of potential. Today I saw little movements in the tree and spotted a nest. The female diligently sat, cocking her head one way and then the other as nearby birds called and squawked. In the end she sensed no real danger and continued to sit, fluffing her feathers around a whole nest of potential.
