If Martha Stewart was a bird she certainly would bulid one like the one my Aunt Louie found in her backyard- full of scrap ribbons, pieces of colorful paper, woven with flowers tied with strains of hair. Martha Stewart honors home making, and obviously the bird who created this nest isn't your ordinary bird... I think she is the Martha Stewart of birds. Rather than do what is expected, why not celebrate the ordinary with creativity? Have you ever seen a nest like this before? It mesmerized me: Sure bird's build nest with two wings, a beak, and two tiny feet. But I have never seen a nest like this before, have you? The ribbons, the addition of flowers and leaves to this nest made me wonder: Who is this bird? And does she see this world differently then her feathered friends? I could hear the conversation now between her and her mate: "Honey do we need to weave another dried flower into our nest? Seriously the nester's next door just used twigs and they have hatched five eggs?" On a sunny day my Aunt Louie found the nest in her backyard, "There were two," she told me, "The other one wasn't as nice as this one." How I wished she had kept the older one too... Gifts as such are a rare treat. As I admired the originality of the nest, I couldn't help think of the bird, the avain architect, who created it...a rare bird indeed... or I should say: A bird who flew to the beat of a different drum. A home... how do you create one? Egg and nest. Home and heart. Where does it begin?