Return to Caverhill Nest
The forest gives the impression that it would gobble up anything and everything overnight, but it’s amazing how slowly change happens. I thought for sure the nest I built near Dale’s Pothole two summers ago would be reduced to compost, but there it was. A beautiful heap on the ground that, as a look at the one photograph I took of it, I wish I’d got down for a closer look. What a wonderfully beautiful mess of layers bridging the two trees! I wonder who is living in the thatched caverns and how much it will settle by the next time I’m able to visit.