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to our workplace. Amid all of the hectic hours of the workday, the mother mockingbird’s nest had served as a constant reminder to us that something more important was just beyond a glass door — life.

There is work, and there is life, and all too often, work spills into life. Sometimes, life spills into work and things get interesting. The nest had allowed me to see a softer side of my coworkers — a side I would have never seen had the mockingbird not built her nest next to our door.

A few days later, I saw our maintenance manager gently moving the thorny branches of another holly bush just to the left of the entrance walk.

“I thought so,” he said, and motioned his head for me to look.

Another nest. Three spotted eggs. I hope that I don’t miss it when they fly away.

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