As I walked into our backyard a week ago, I was very upset to find the remnants of ‘my’ bird’s nest scattered all over the lawn. It had fallen from our evergreen tree during the winds and rains we had during the night, and for some reason, that scene left a restlessness deep within me. The birds were long gone, but the empty nest always remained. That nest, or the frame at least, has lasted a few years now. And every year, early in the month of March, I would watch for a little mama bird to bring in tiny wisps of straw, leaves and twigs, and make her nest…