More Blue Nests

I had another go at some nests from the left over paper pulp that was going a bit smelly. I have a feeling these nests aren’t going anywhere but I won’t judge at this point, as I have a desire to make them so that’s good enough. They are brown and sludgy and visually very unappealing so I want to either soak them in compost humus, which will obviously make them yet more brown and sludgy or go indigo, which is the preference. I made some using Quink which is the ink my mother used and her fountain pen still acts as a rare reminder of the things she felt were important, like writing properly and good ink.

I am not feeling very creative at the moment - with pressing deadlines I am more interested in finishing up the existing projects but I didn’t want to waste perfectly good pulp so I will continue. I have thought a lot about bird nests in our attempt to create more order in our home and garden and being a sensitive soul I have been upset by the Robins shouting at me as we cut down the dead or ailing hedges in which they have resided and reared their young. Our kittens also keep killing the Robins and it breaks my heart - as they get bigger the live rabbits they bring in will soon be victims too. We are working hard to re-wild as best we can, creating new bird nesting opportunities, owl housing and bee friendly species of plants to replace all the dead debris everywhere. My conscience has been pricked and I am not totally certain of the ethics of what we are doing but I know the birds and insects and everything else is central to the Earth where we live together. I hope in years to come a healthy place emerges full of wildlife - not natural exactly but where non-human and human life becomes kin.