El nido caído

Today in my city the weather was a bit different. The temperatures were lower, and it rained most of the time, though not heavy enough to be considered a storm. There was also wind, enough that when I went out to the patio this afternoon, I found a fallen nest. It had fallen from the mango tree but was still intact. I picked it up to see if there were any eggs inside or if any small birds could still be saved, but it was empty. I didn't see any of the birds nearby either, although since it was already 7 pm, I assumed they were about to go to sleep.

On other occasions when this has happened, I've been able to see the broken bones inside, but not this time, so I hoped it was an abandoned nest. There was a time when a nest fell, and we saw the little bird return to the remains of its nest, gathering the materials from the old nest one by one with its beak to build a new one. This is yet another example of how nature doesn't stop, how the animal's instinct doesn't allow it to crumble in the face of loss, but rather to move forward with all its effort and drive to rebuild its nest.