“What’s this?” Kaylee stooped to gather up a bunch of dried leaves and fluff lying on the front porch. About to toss it away, she stopped. “Wait, this isn’t trash.”
Madison ran her finger inside a perfectly formed cup. “It’s a bird’s nest.”
“Look, up there,” Kaylee said.
A few strands of grass stuck out from the porch light.
“Those poor birds lost their home. I wish we could help,” Madison said.
“Maybe we can.”
“We’ll think of a way. Put your thinking cap on,” Kaylee said.