I Spy . . .

When our four children were younger, countless outings were accompanied by rounds of “I spy with my little eye . . . ”  We all scoured our surroundings in search of what was in another family member’s view and had struck the speaker’s fancy.

When I write and work at home, I ordinarily stand in front of a computer monitor, facing out windows built in 1805, towards a section of grass where my husband–tender, in both senses, to the birds–installed his array of bird feeders.

At a far corner of a portion of the inside porch, robins reliably arrive in early spring to build their nests and nurture their babies until they are ready to take flight.  That piece of real estate is just out of my view.

Lately I have been seeing a lot more of Jim’s industrious birds.  They have been swooping regularly into my view, so close they sometimes brush against those 1805 window panes,  making fluttery soft thudding sounds.

I investigated and found that there is a new prime bird location this year, twined and tangled into a labyrinthine architectural masterpiece–a manor built into the landscape of a wreath with which Jim was taken, itself made up of discarded twigs and branches.

Jim would have approved.

(c) 2012 Stephanie M. Glennon

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In her spare time, Stephanie works full-time, and then some, as an attorney. She has published articles and delivered talks in arcane fields like forensic evidentiary issues, jury instructions, and expert scientific witness preparation. She attended law school on the banks lso is an adjunct professor at a law school near the banks of the Charles River and loves that dirty water, as she will always think of Boston as her home. You are welcome to take a look at her Facebook author page, or follow @SMartinGlennon on Twitter and @schnitzelpond on Instagram. Bonus points for anyone who understands the Instagram handle. All content on this blog, unless otherwise attributed, is (c) 2012-2021 by Stephanie M. Glennon and should not be reproduced (in any form other than re-blogging in accordance with the wee Wordpress buttons at the bottom of each post) without the express permission of the domain holder. View all posts by Stephanie