Sunday, October 19, 2008

Nature's Treasures

The little boy above, my grandson, found a treasure last week when I was babysitting him on a gorgeous fall day. Using his favorite toy in the world, a stick, he was stiring up some leaves that had fallen, when out of the pile of leaves he was playing with appeared a little bit of blue.
He found this bird's nest. The bird who wove this nest must love textiles as much as I do. They had to weave a little color in to the gray to liven it up. The blue plastic strand is woven all through the nest. I think it is a work of art. And I especially love it because of the toddler who found it. I think I'll be keeping this one forever.


  1. Chris what a sweet, sweet post. Thank you!

  2. Your grandson is just gorgeous! What a lovley find, I would keep it forever too!

  3. What a intricately formed! Birds are quite clever when you see what they can do with some twigs, ribbon and mud!

  4. That's so lovely. Thanks for sharing

  5. What a great find . . . doesn't that blue add just the right decorative touch *s*

  6. What a precious little boy. I'll bet he was all excited when you explained to him what he'd found...they are so full of wonder at that age.
    Sooz in NV

  7. That is one beautiful nest! That bird had great taste in home decor!

    Hello from Newfoundland, Canada. I am new to blogging, but having a ball reading so many talented quilter's blogs!

    Quiltingly Yours

  8. I just came over from Becky's at Sweet Cottage dream. What a wonderful story about this adorable little nest. Your Grandson is too cute. He must truly be a joy.
    Patricia :o)

  9. I say that bird's nest is a beautiful work of art and your little Grandson is just adorable.

    It's the simple things in life that we cherish the most.


  10. How beautiful. Maybe I should throw all my quilting scraps outside for the birds. We often find nests around our garden. I'd love to see what the birds could do with my scraps.

  11. What a wonderful treasure. Yes, you need to find a way to spray it or something so it can be kept without disintegrating. One of these days your grandson will treasure it I am sure.


I pray that risen from the dead,
In glory I will stand,
A crown perhaps upon my head,
And a needle in my hand.