Salvaged from the dramatic cutting back of the front bushes, this nest has history. Two years ago, on a baking-hot summer day, I was on the patio on a work call, when something moving on the blistering cement caught my eye. It was a baby bird that had fallen from this very nest who was, pretty much, cooking on the pavement. I dropped off the call, rushed into action and used a bowl to pick him up without touching him and returned him to this nest. As far as I know, it survived. The tree's gone but the nest is now a reminder of that moment.