You might recall the little birdie high above my head in an espresso cup of a nest, out on the edge of a pine limb. Later, the nest appeared empty. Looking about on the ground, I saw no sign of hatched shells.
This weekend, I checked again, and this time, there was no nest. I assumed the recent afternoon storms had blown it down, and I started a spiral search pattern centered on the spot directly under the spot on the bough where it had been. A few minutes later, I had spiraled to the center, but had not found the nest.
It was a small nest, and the wind had blown hard. It seemed reasonable that it had blown far away.
Then I looked directly down.
Exactly straight down from it's original perch.
Need a nest?