Disappointment, Then Searching

We peer in upon the Chipping Sparrow nest on the walk to school only to find it emptied of eggs. Some predator! Some storm! 

We're so sad and disappointed. But we know that the Chipping Sparrow will build another nest in another place. 

By late afternoon, I'm burrowed inside the Weeping Cherry or elbow deep in the Winterberry to search for new nests. 

It's the way of nature. What we build may or may not endure, but nothing can stop our hopeful, searching hearts.