Two bare feet, one with a fine line bird's nest on a branch with a teal leaf and a small blue and pink detail, the other with a fine line bird carrying a red heart, both on the top of the foot.

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Nest and bird tattoos on two feet

Fine line · Other · Mixed · Photo

The left foot shows a nest with pale feathered edges, containing small blue and pink eggs or birds, set on a thin branch with a teal leaf. The right foot shows a white bird in flight carrying a small red heart in its beak, drawn with delicate black outlines and light shading. Black linework dominates both designs, with colour used only as small accents against bare skin and a grey ground.

Fine line Other Bird Branch Leaf Heart Feet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Late August, and the damson trees along Hollins Lane had grown so heavy they split their skins on the grass. Arthur Vane knelt in the third row with a pruning saw he had not sharpened since spring, and found the nest wedged where a branch forked off the old trunk. It was built of moss and horsehair and lined with soft grey feathers, and the eggs inside were the blue of a Sunday sky going pale at the edges.

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He did not cut it. His granddaughter Nell had asked him twice that week whether the birds would be gone before the pickers came. "They've got more sense than we have," he'd told her. Now he sat back on his heels with the saw across his knees and watched a bird drop out of the sky with a crumb in its beak, then lift again with something that flashed red, like a bead of sealing wax. It was no bead. It was a scrap of ribbon from the Harvest Fair stall, folded into a heart and stolen off the trestle table where Mrs Gale had left it to dry.

Nell came down the row with the bucket on her hip and saw him kneeling. She lifted one finger to her lips. They stood under the branch while the bird circled once over the church wall, then came back to the nest and settled with its gift. "Somebody's courting," Nell said. Arthur laughed, and the laugh startled the pair, and they went up together into the gold light.

That evening he tied a length of red wool to the end of the branch so the pickers would leave it alone. Three weeks later, when the last windfalls were rotting into the grass, he went back and found the nest empty, its moss gone soft and grey. Tucked in the lining was the ribbon heart, still a little faded, as if someone had decided to keep it.