Once a bird made a nest at our norfolk pine that Mother had planted as a Christmas tree. Mother brought the nest inside the house to the aghast of Dad. Dad made her take the tree downstairs to the garden.
My very smart mum removed the nest and tied it to another plant in the garden. Mum warned us not to go to the plant. We never checked if the bird rejected the nest.
I admire Dad's wisdom immensely. I would hate it for the mother bird to have come back and not find her eggs and by the time she found it, the nestlings have already died. A bereaved mother bird.
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