It can no longer be hidden at this time of year.
Whether it is kind of hidden in the twigs and branches of the barren trees
or openly displayed on top of poles and trunks.
And this particular nest has been empty for years and years and years. When I was little it was used by storks, then there were fewer and the nest stayed empty. Now their numbers are increasing and we have a sizable number returning every spring but they never took again to the nest up on the old tower, nowadays they live in the trees in the plain, closer to their food sources.
One Word Sunday: Empty.