A neat clutch

I'm always intrigued by the way birds find snug little nesting places. I saw where a thrush was taking its beak full of moss and twigs about a month ago and I've just been back. It was a thin hedge abutting a garage wall and next to a line of young fir trees. They'd all been well trimmed up. I poked my nose in and there it was, right near the front, but the hedge being of no great width you would never imagine a bird would find it homely. She opened her eyes and looked back up at me. It was eyeball to eyeball stuff. Her beak rested on the cup of the nest like someone with their feet up after a day at the office. She was like 'What do you want? A girl needs her privacy don't you know.' I was just withdrawing politefully when she came up with 'Well do you want to see what I've got?' I didn't reply but I think I sort of nodded. Then she got up and showed me her prized possessions. And what a pair they were. Two lovely eggs, as blue as any southern sky on a sunny day. In the shady confines of the hedge they seemed to shine back translucently form the middle of the mud lined nest. Memories of when I was a boy came back. I scratched the inside of my wrist stretching up through the thorns to reach a nest. I can still see the blood droplets in my mind's eye. My fingers tried to hold them but in my eagerness they cracked. The mother was singing her heart out just a few branches away. Cars were going past, why oh why didn't someone get out and stop me? My heart sinks now. But this time I'm older. I just left them there. The mother would soon be back. I collected my bike as I heard a car coming.