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Summer mornings I'd watch as he of wing and tapered tail, royal and rust,
Being in my fuzzy nest makes me feel my very best. With my cat by my head and three blankets on top, I feel at so at ease, like I've been heaven blessed. Safe from the world,
I am a bird I am free to fly wherever I want But I choose to stay in my nest There are people out there who's job is to hunt But my nest is the best and I choose not to stray I love my nest
First she build a nest. Under our porch awning. Next she sitting on her nest. Than, I heard some noise. Now she feeding three. Soon all will be gone.