From Lucy Rosen

I stood there watching this nest for hours. The faces.

The way she leaned in.

The way the baby tucked close.

The constant awareness.

The protection.

And suddenly I wasn’t just watching wildlife

I was watching myself with my daughter.

That look that says,

I’ve got you.

That instinct to shield, to guide, to hover just close enough.

The exhaustion no one sees. The devotion no one questions.

People have traveled from far and wide to photograph this nest.

I just saw a mother.