Thursday, October 9, 2014

This is how it goes.

You start with a circle, like so:

Every day, more stalks of grass. Just weave 'em in.


Tinker's cuss. There's still a hole on the other side...


But five or six days later - left over right, right over left and Bob's your uncle.


And Nelly's your aunt.


So you make a big ruckus...


Call that broad over.



and if she doesn't like it... 
Well.
 You start with a circle.


5 comments:

Leslie said...

Those nests are amazing. I've never seen one in person but have seen pictures with all sorts of things woven in. Nature is crazy.
Great series of shots.

dinahmow said...

Lovely! I watch the sunbirds flitting around here and wonder where the next cute nest will be...

the sourcerer said...

I wish I could have added a soundtrack! The wavers have a grand repertoire of wonderful noises....

Norma West said...

Lovely lovely, My Mom and Dad had weavers in their garage...the car lived in the road for the duration...well some things are more important than security!

the sourcerer said...

Agreed!