A few weeks ago Amy and I were on our way back home from a walk when I noticed this bird's nest upside-down on the ground at the base of the willow oak in front of our house. No eggs, no evidence of use. The night before had been quite windy. But some delightful little bird spent many days crafting this delicate nest and, most delightfully of all, wove in several strands of irridescent Easter grass. I left the nest at the tree for its owner to reclaim or reuse, but after several days of hard rain it remained on the ground, muddy but still sparkling in the light. After a time spent drying in a shoe box it is now a part of my home and, with the exception of Amy, is probably the most beautiful creation here.