No fixed abode

My shack is more a shelter for wildlife than for me now, as it is in such a dilapidated state.  There is a large hole in the side where they can easily crawl in, and many other little gaps higher up.

One day I looked down by chance and saw the most intricate nest on the floor, resting on a plastic bag.  It fascinates me how bird's nests are really works of natural art.  This one had a luxurious interweaving of green moss.  I was concerned that it was an entirely inappropriate place for a nest, right next to the hole in the shed, where there would be cold draughts and making it an easy target for predators. 

However it's my policy never to interfere with the affairs of wildlife, after becoming hopelessly entangled when I attempted to save the life of an unfledged baby bird who had fallen out of a nest when I was a teenager.  First of all I put it in a basket in the tree it had fallen from, as I couldn't see the nest.  Then I thought it might have a better chance of survival if I tried to look after it myself, and made it a refuge with water and worms, but it was clearly unhappy.  I returned it to the tree, full of regret that I had done no good, and had just given the poor creature more anxiety. 

I left it alone for a few weeks, and it became clear that it was abandoned, as it was slowly degrading.  I gave it to the compost heap to be recycled. 

However, recently I was sitting in the chair in the shack and noticed another nest, in the lintel above the door, where the wren used to make her roosting pocket.  It seemed rather too large for a wren, and may be the blue tits, as they made a nest in the nesting box I used to have outside the shack.  I removed it when it was attacked by a raven or a magpie just as the chicks were fledging.  I hope some of them survived. 

This lintel nest is very much of the same design as the one I found on the floor, which makes me think that it had been dislodged during high winds, as they make the shack loll from side to side like it's boogying to the cosmic rhythm.

I don't like to go into the shack too much now, in case I disturb new life.