“Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report on birds written that he’d had three months to write. It was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books on birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him, put his arm around my  brother’s shoulder, and said, ‘Bird by bird, buddy.  Just take it bird by bird.’

Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird

Writes Professor Robert Gerst: The robins had built a nest in spring. They produced just two pale blue eggs that never hatched. Then they  assembled a whole row of nests.  They abandoned each…until this one last nest they tucked under the eaves. One mother here and three juveniles, all juveniles screaming, top of their bird lungs, “Me! Me! Me!”