The rookery

On the return from a walk at easter from the shore to the car park at Cadgewith on the Lizard we came across a very noisy and busy rookery . The birds were in full nest building mode and photographs were taken by all in a competition to see who could capture the best image . This was forgotten on return but reading The Poetics of Space brought this back to mind . The image of a nest as home, the feeling of home as a nest.
"A nest is a precarious thing and yet it sets us to daydreaming of security . Why does this obvious precariousness not arrest daydreams of this kind? The answer to this paradox is simple:when we dream ,we are phenomenologists without realising it . In a sort of naive way we relive the instinct of the bird , taking pleasure in accentuating the mimetic features of the green nest in green leaves ...The nest is a lyrical bouquet of leaves ..It is a point in the atmosphere of happiness that always surrounds large trees ..and so when we examine a nest we place ourselves at the origin of confidence in the world ....A dreamer might say that the world is a nest of mankind and an immense power holds the inhabitants of the world in this nest."
Bachelard G 1958 The Poetics of Space p102/104