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Every year, a male wren builds ten nests. On completion he finds a mate and brings her to each, displaying her options. She chooses her favorite and once she’s done so, shreds the nest to rebuild it from scratch. As we house shop, I feel a faint nostalgia towards the wren nesting on the front porch of the house you assured me I didn't like.
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
Nesting
Every year, a male wren builds ten nests. On completion he finds a mate and brings her to each, displaying her options. She chooses her favorite and once she’s done so, shreds the nest to rebuild it from scratch. As we house shop, I feel a faint nostalgia towards the wren nesting on the front porch of the house you assured me I didn't like.
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 12:20 PM UTC
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