I wandered back to my island in the river. Found that it was trashed by partiers. Bottles by the bird nests. The water hen's were fighting over a nest lined with potato chip bags, another built a floating nest on a thick piece of Styrofoam. I picked the place up, and realized how happy they were with their garbage discoveries, sticks poked into Styrofoam, flashing aluminum foil in the light.
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i spend a lot of time each day looking for silver linings. so glad your creatures were making the most of human destructive tendencies.
my neighbours out out the trash every week and every week the bins bulge from all the excess. i put mine out every three months, and it usually contains stuff that blew into my gerden from their overflow.
i curse it. but then sometimes find a little nest of trash, all cosy and homely, and i realise that's exactly how i live, making my home my own from other people's disgarded junk.
it's got me wondering what your homes look like? no need to tell me, but i am very curious. i imagine wonderful collections of things that others may not have seen the beauty in, till you gathered them.
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