How is it that a little bird’s nest scared the you know what out of me? Who’s afraid of a bird’s nest? I guess it was just seeing it there and not expecting to see it but it made me scream!
Yesterday I was canning beets and it was a good day to do the cooking part outside. The small canner was on the right and the large canner was on the left burner but I wanted the large canner on the right burner so I picked up the small canner to move it and . . there was this fluffy, feathery bird’s nest.
That looks like one of the softest nests I’ve seen. She had been gathering up chicken feathers for quite a while I’d say.
Canning plans had to be changed. Of all the places around here to build a nest . . why in my cooker where I do my canning? I’m guessing under that pot was a nice, safe spot where the cats couldn’t bother the nest.