Birds make them. Mothers become owners of empty ones. New mothers develop them. Can be hard to make and messy to maintain but always worth the while!!! I am on my way to an empty nest and am worrying about being alone in the nest.
Terri felt empty when her nest was empty. There was no comfort for her in the silence that followed her youngest boy to college. She couldn’t figure out how to live without the rumble of her husband and their boys in the living room watching a game.
Birds live in nests. Nests are made of straw,. Mother birds make these nests, and keeps her eggs warm in these nests until they hatch, then she has to go look for food. Nests are usually in trees. They can be big or small. Also with dirt
Nest. the beauty of a nest is family. From the time a bird is born, to the time they have their own babies, they are in a nest. It’s such an important thing for something so easily made. From things careless humans leave around. Twigs, cloth, branches, anything really…easily made into something so important for the bird.
Nest is something that birds make. The nest is an important thing for a bird. It’s a home, a nursery, and a safe place from harm. The bird stays with nests for all of it’s life. From birth, to hatching, to having it’s own child and taking care of it.
The boy stared up into the gnarled branches of the ancient tree, his face shaded with green light that filtered through the leaves. Squinting, he scanned the branches until he saw it. Hidden in a nook where two branches met, it rested, perfectly round in a messy sort of way. And nestled among the woven twigs were three small blue eggs.
a nest is a place where birds can keep their babies. it is mostly made out of branches and leaves and used as a shelter. it is mostly seen in high trees or buildings. depending on the.size of the bird the nest will be bigger or smaller.
The mother bird collects left over scraps of sticks and twigs and string and random things in order to make a nest for her babies. She surrounds herself with a semi-permanent home made from things no one else wanted.
the bird sat and looked out over the leaves. the wind blew and ruffled its brightly colored plumage. he saw his chance and took it. without a single regret he flew the nest.
penis penis penis and some more penis is in the penis and people eat the penis and then they become bonnerfied and then they eat other peoples penis in a nest of penises where there are lots of STDS and then kevin miller has no penis because he lost it from lack of use and i am running out of time
A nest is a home of a bird or anything, a home is a home it’s all about where and how you make your home; your nest. It’s where you live, it’s your personal space, your shelter and your escape from society.
make a nest in me
find spare parts, find fluff
pieces of straw
bits of me that you can use
create a home beneath my
neck and in the hollow
of my chest
make a little nest in me
where you can go to
hide, or seek
A nest is where a bird lives and lays their eggs, although you can also get love nests, which is like a place where two people are in love. Love is terrible. I hate it. I’m scared to fall in love. Magpie’s take things back to their nests, they’re smart
I’ve a knack for burrowing deep by him where there is this nook, a perfect dip here and bump for a pillow: I am safe. I am warm. The air is cool on my toes which peak out from the small blanket we’re trying to share.
I think of birds with little blue eggs that are high up in a enormous tree with gloosy green leaves. The nest is held by strong brown branches, as thick as a muscle man’s arms.
The day the world ended was like any other, the sun was shining, children were laughing, music was playing. And then they came, the monsters, the aliens, the birds. They were huge, with twenty-five foot wingspans and beaks that could pierce cars and rip people in half. They made giant nests on our houses, giant nests to hold their children.
i like the word nest. just the sound of it really. N is always such a good first letter. Nope, No thanks, not no way not no how. haha. e is fairly common but suiting. and of course the killer st combo at the end is fabulous. the real ST.
A safe haven of comfort at home. You can bury yourself in it and succumb to its warm charm. Your parents never leave you, your kids stay with you, and everyone is happy. A nest is a little piece of heaven, but you can’t stay there forever.
a nest is kind of like a home but for a bird. except i often feel like i have my own little nest when i’m curled up in a ball in my blanks while reading a book. haha, lies, i don’t read books i do masturbate though in my little nest. its safe, and its freeing. it helps me feel like me. so thank you nest for everything.
It’s like living in nest. I haven’t moved from this spot in days. I’m surrounded by blankets, garbage, and clothes. I sit and stare and think about what I could have done to help. I could have helped, and I didn’t. I can’t live like this. I can’t move. I can’t face daylight. I can’t face anyone. It’s my fault he jumped.
one flew over the cookoos nest. i’ve never read the book but i heard it was quite wonderful. It reminds me of a baby bird. Outside my house in a pine tree there was a nest of blue jays. We watched them day in and day out just ovserving how beautiful they were. One day we saw their mother teaching them to fly. It was truly wonderful. One flew over the cookoos nest could also refer to an insane asylum. One simply passes by the place, never knowing the tree horrors that go on inside the walls of the horror hospital for the mentally and criminlly insane.
Many definitions apply. A home for birds and their chirp lings. A verb; a mothers need to nest, build a home for her offspring. The ability to create a safe and happy environment for those surrounding.
the birds would grow up in their home in the tree. It provided them with shelter, it provided them with safety from the ground below. When the wings of the young were grown enough, they would experience life outside of it.
The day I finally took my first step towards adulthood was also the day that the baby sparrows decided to leave.
They had been there since early May. I had watched them progress from mottled blue eggs to naked, shivering blobs of pinkness to, finally, brown-feathered small adults. There were three of them. Their parents had made the choice to build their nest against a window. I checked on them daily. I watched as their purple skinned-over eyes opened, noticed when they started to stare back at me through the glass.
I noticed their absence.
I was preparing myself to take the ACT that morning when I quickly stopped to check on them. I arrived just in time to see the last of the babies stretch its wings and take its first wobbly flight, leaving the nest utterly empty.
Nesting high in the douglas fir, the tiny birds looked down on their destination. This learning to fly thing, well it’s just daunting. Don’t we all have some task that seems absolutely impossible?
A structure or place made or chosen by a bird for laying eggs and sheltering its young. Like your first home, it’s special. I think a nest to be a cozy place, warm and comforting. c:
She curls up closer into his chest, the warm heat from his skin creating a gentle blush across her cheeks. His arms wrap tighter around her; her heart lets out a soft sigh of content. This is her nest; a protective haven that is hers and hers alone. She kisses his neck and falls into a sweet slumber.
I fell from the nest. I flapped my wings the way that mother taught me, but it was no use. I was falling fast. I landed in a pile of leaves, unharmed. But I was no longer with my brothers and sisters. How would my mother find me down here? How was I to eat? How was I to learn how to fly?
a place for a mommy bird to keep her eggs until they hatch. cute little thing, protection for her young.
Birds make them. Mothers become owners of empty ones. New mothers develop them. Can be hard to make and messy to maintain but always worth the while!!! I am on my way to an empty nest and am worrying about being alone in the nest.
Terri felt empty when her nest was empty. There was no comfort for her in the silence that followed her youngest boy to college. She couldn’t figure out how to live without the rumble of her husband and their boys in the living room watching a game.
Birds live in nests. Nests are made of straw,. Mother birds make these nests, and keeps her eggs warm in these nests until they hatch, then she has to go look for food. Nests are usually in trees. They can be big or small. Also with dirt
Nest. the beauty of a nest is family. From the time a bird is born, to the time they have their own babies, they are in a nest. It’s such an important thing for something so easily made. From things careless humans leave around. Twigs, cloth, branches, anything really…easily made into something so important for the bird.
Nest is something that birds make. The nest is an important thing for a bird. It’s a home, a nursery, and a safe place from harm. The bird stays with nests for all of it’s life. From birth, to hatching, to having it’s own child and taking care of it.
The boy stared up into the gnarled branches of the ancient tree, his face shaded with green light that filtered through the leaves. Squinting, he scanned the branches until he saw it. Hidden in a nook where two branches met, it rested, perfectly round in a messy sort of way. And nestled among the woven twigs were three small blue eggs.
a nest is a place where birds can keep their babies. it is mostly made out of branches and leaves and used as a shelter. it is mostly seen in high trees or buildings. depending on the.size of the bird the nest will be bigger or smaller.
wraps in noodles of wheat and trees is my time up yet. i hope it is. dot dot dot dot dot dot dot……
The mother bird collects left over scraps of sticks and twigs and string and random things in order to make a nest for her babies. She surrounds herself with a semi-permanent home made from things no one else wanted.
the bird sat and looked out over the leaves. the wind blew and ruffled its brightly colored plumage. he saw his chance and took it. without a single regret he flew the nest.
penis penis penis and some more penis is in the penis and people eat the penis and then they become bonnerfied and then they eat other peoples penis in a nest of penises where there are lots of STDS and then kevin miller has no penis because he lost it from lack of use and i am running out of time
A nest is a home of a bird or anything, a home is a home it’s all about where and how you make your home; your nest. It’s where you live, it’s your personal space, your shelter and your escape from society.
make a nest in me
find spare parts, find fluff
pieces of straw
bits of me that you can use
create a home beneath my
neck and in the hollow
of my chest
make a little nest in me
where you can go to
hide, or seek
A nest is where a bird lives and lays their eggs, although you can also get love nests, which is like a place where two people are in love. Love is terrible. I hate it. I’m scared to fall in love. Magpie’s take things back to their nests, they’re smart
oh the nest. Its beautiful up in the tree…. A small cute beautiful home. I wish I had a nest… So that I could share my love…. Its amazing, a nest.
I’ve a knack for burrowing deep by him where there is this nook, a perfect dip here and bump for a pillow: I am safe. I am warm. The air is cool on my toes which peak out from the small blanket we’re trying to share.
The sweet cozy haven. Baby birds emerge from beautiful, cracked shells.
I think of birds with little blue eggs that are high up in a enormous tree with gloosy green leaves. The nest is held by strong brown branches, as thick as a muscle man’s arms.
The day the world ended was like any other, the sun was shining, children were laughing, music was playing. And then they came, the monsters, the aliens, the birds. They were huge, with twenty-five foot wingspans and beaks that could pierce cars and rip people in half. They made giant nests on our houses, giant nests to hold their children.
A bird’s haven. Mothering birds. Eggs. Robins. Blue jays.
The home of so many animals. Built twig by twig. Outdoor home…
i like the word nest. just the sound of it really. N is always such a good first letter. Nope, No thanks, not no way not no how. haha. e is fairly common but suiting. and of course the killer st combo at the end is fabulous. the real ST.
A safe haven of comfort at home. You can bury yourself in it and succumb to its warm charm. Your parents never leave you, your kids stay with you, and everyone is happy. A nest is a little piece of heaven, but you can’t stay there forever.
a nest is kind of like a home but for a bird. except i often feel like i have my own little nest when i’m curled up in a ball in my blanks while reading a book. haha, lies, i don’t read books i do masturbate though in my little nest. its safe, and its freeing. it helps me feel like me. so thank you nest for everything.
It’s like living in nest. I haven’t moved from this spot in days. I’m surrounded by blankets, garbage, and clothes. I sit and stare and think about what I could have done to help. I could have helped, and I didn’t. I can’t live like this. I can’t move. I can’t face daylight. I can’t face anyone. It’s my fault he jumped.
one flew over the cookoos nest. i’ve never read the book but i heard it was quite wonderful. It reminds me of a baby bird. Outside my house in a pine tree there was a nest of blue jays. We watched them day in and day out just ovserving how beautiful they were. One day we saw their mother teaching them to fly. It was truly wonderful. One flew over the cookoos nest could also refer to an insane asylum. One simply passes by the place, never knowing the tree horrors that go on inside the walls of the horror hospital for the mentally and criminlly insane.
Many definitions apply. A home for birds and their chirp lings. A verb; a mothers need to nest, build a home for her offspring. The ability to create a safe and happy environment for those surrounding.
the birds would grow up in their home in the tree. It provided them with shelter, it provided them with safety from the ground below. When the wings of the young were grown enough, they would experience life outside of it.
When i was a little girl my mother created a nest for me and for my brothers, i will always be thankful for that, i love you with all my heart mom.
nest,
a place that is safe
a place to hold me though my fear
a place i can call home and not be afraid
a place where i can see love and not hate
The nest of blue eggs.
They were cracked and shaking.
They were all alone.
i think this is the house where bees live.they give birth to their children and produce lots of honey.
The day I finally took my first step towards adulthood was also the day that the baby sparrows decided to leave.
They had been there since early May. I had watched them progress from mottled blue eggs to naked, shivering blobs of pinkness to, finally, brown-feathered small adults. There were three of them. Their parents had made the choice to build their nest against a window. I checked on them daily. I watched as their purple skinned-over eyes opened, noticed when they started to stare back at me through the glass.
I noticed their absence.
I was preparing myself to take the ACT that morning when I quickly stopped to check on them. I arrived just in time to see the last of the babies stretch its wings and take its first wobbly flight, leaving the nest utterly empty.
It seems there are parallels in everything.
The day to leave the nest is coming. I might not be ready but if I don’t try how will i know? It’s time to grow as much as I can out of the nest.
Nesting high in the douglas fir, the tiny birds looked down on their destination. This learning to fly thing, well it’s just daunting. Don’t we all have some task that seems absolutely impossible?
A structure or place made or chosen by a bird for laying eggs and sheltering its young. Like your first home, it’s special. I think a nest to be a cozy place, warm and comforting. c:
She curls up closer into his chest, the warm heat from his skin creating a gentle blush across her cheeks. His arms wrap tighter around her; her heart lets out a soft sigh of content. This is her nest; a protective haven that is hers and hers alone. She kisses his neck and falls into a sweet slumber.
birds use these to make homes to care for the young. its their home and it’s all made by hand, or should i say by beak?
I don’t really know what to write about a nest, but birds make nests. They live in them. And lay eggs in them. Nest isn’t a good word to write about.
I fell from the nest. I flapped my wings the way that mother taught me, but it was no use. I was falling fast. I landed in a pile of leaves, unharmed. But I was no longer with my brothers and sisters. How would my mother find me down here? How was I to eat? How was I to learn how to fly?