By Olivia EmeryCarbondale A few years ago, a robin built a nest on our back porch. She was as scattered and ditsy as I felt at the time — starting with a few sticks, changing her mind, tossing them on the ground, starting again. In the end she chose a spot two columns away from where she had started, on top of a beam that supported the roof framing. It was brilliantly concealed and her construction was a work of art –– smooth, solid, even, swell…
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