It was spring, and all of the birds in the area were looking to make their new nests. The little English town of Nottingham was where Maureen lived. She was a sweet girl, young and beautiful. She had no children of her own, but often liked to have her nieces and nephews over for the day to play in the luscious landscape of her yard.
It was one of those afternoons, and Maureen was preparing a berry pie downstairs in the kitchen. The air weather outside was simply beautiful, so Maureen didn’t hesitate to open up all of her windows and allow the fresh and crisp breeze in. One room in particular, was a bit odd. It had nothing in it, except for a spare bed and dresser. It was used as a guest bedroom whenever someone was in need of a place to stay the night. Maureen opened the window in the guest room just like she had done in all of the others, and promptly returned to her pie making downstairs. Her niece Jessica and nephew Tom were scheduled to arrive shortly.
While she was busy rolling crusts and slicing berries, an English pigeon had also taken an interest in Maureen’s guest bedroom. The fact that there was bird patterned wallpaper on the walls might have confused the pigeon, but it flew right on in threw the open window. The bird found a plethora of things in the room that could be beneficial in its nest. It gathered stray threads, bits of cobweb, feathers from the insides of pillows, and even a thimble that must have fallen loose from Maureen’s sewing kit.
Meanwhile, the niece and nephew of Maureen had arrived. Eager to get outside and play in the wonderful weather, they both rushed upstairs to set their bags down. When they opened the door, however, they caught the last glimpses of a pigeon fluttering out the window, and a magnificent nest sitting on the dresser. There was a faint chirping, and Jessica checked the nest to find two newborn pigeons making their new home inside their aunt’s guest bedroom.
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