The Weaver Who Unpicked Her Nest
Tamsin, a young weaver bird, devoted four entire days to constructing her very first nest on a slender branch that hung out above the river. She wove each blade of grass tightly together, and when she finally tied the last knot, she felt enormously proud. The finished nest looked perfect: round, green, and wonderfully neat.
An elderly weaver named Odo hopped along the branch and examined her handiwork with great care. "It is lovely," he said, "but your entrance faces upward. When the rain comes, it will pour straight inside and fill the whole nest."
Tamsin felt hurt and embarrassed, because she had labored so hard and so long. For a long while she sat silent and did not answer him. Then the first drops began to fall, and she watched, with a sinking heart, as water gathered in her nest like a small pond.
That evening she patiently pulled out her knots one by one. It was slow, tiring work, and before long her beak grew sore. By the following sunset she had rebuilt the entrance so that it opened downward, with a short tunnel that would also keep out the wind.
When the next storm rolled across the river, Tamsin lay dry and warm in her nest. She thought about Odo's advice and was grateful she had listened. A good builder is not someone who never makes mistakes. A good builder is someone who is willing to admit them and fix them.