Gerald Rose and Edward Lear III

A lovely illustration of a nest of fledglings, very economical with detail and perfectly capturing those hungry mouths by Gerald Rose, from The Dong with a Luminous Nose and Other Poems by Edward Lear 1969.
As the birds are busying around because of the arrival of spring in the Northern hemisphere, a timely reminder to pop out some nesting materials for them off cuts of wool, ect and give them a hand. Have a great weekend.

Sandi Rigby

I have had a wonderful 'Bird' day today; my pet seagull is back after his winter sojourn, I witnessed a crow having a fantastic (and funny) conversation with a couple on a bench in Edinburgh, and then returning home saw a flock of curlew's. But this morning, before all these ornithological experiences I found the work of Sandi Rigby, and her beautiful nests.

Chris Drury

Chris Drury is an incredible landscape artist producing beautiful work in varied environments all over the world, this is Basket For The Crows made from hazel, willow and crow feathers 1986.
http://www.chrisdrury.co.uk/home.htm

Nest and Trees

Above: Nest, Below: Trees around Britain

http://boldandnoble.com/

Water Horse Nest

Paul Dance's Water Horse Nest. Lots of art was created in Knoydart and lots of magic for kids. These stones were from a fantastic beach littered with egg like rocks seamed with quarts, they not only looked beautiful they felt wonderful too.

Ringed Plover Nest

A Plover nest in the shingle was virtually invisible, stunningly beautiful constructed with broken shells.

Oh My ......... amazing

Last year, I must have missed this wild Dutch man nesting in Rotterdam.

In case you missed it too, here is artist, actor, theatre designer, Benjamin Verdonck's nest, isn't it wonderful.

Nests for April 1st

Above: Nest by Nils Udo 1978
"I smelled the earth, the stones, the freshly struck wood.
I built the nest walls high and twisted the soil of the nest.
From the height of the edge of the nest I looked down on the forest soil, up into the branch work of the trees and into the sky.
I heard the singing of the birds and felt the breath of the wind.

In the dawn I began to freeze.
The nest was not finished yet. I thought, high above on the edge of the nest squatting:
I build myself a house, it sinks silently past the tops of the trees on the forest soil,
openly to the cold night sky and nevertheless warmly and softly,
deeply into the dark earth dug."

http://greenmuseum.org/