Yesterday when I went to feed the sheep, Robin was sleeping in a little nest of hay. Perfectly round, the raised sides creating a dip in the center, it looked just like the nests I sometimes find eggs in when the hens lay in the barn.
Last night, I saw that Bud makes his own kind of nest every night.
He prefers to sleep on the clothes or a blanket that either Jon or I have recently used just and tossed aside.
Bud’s nest last night was made of a nightshirt, a scarf, a pillow, and a quilt I made for Jon years ago.