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120. The Homemakers

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Using blades of grass, the male weaver strings together a small wreath from a branch. Preferably over a water body to keep predators away. When the half-finished, hanging mound of grass is ready, female weavers inspect the nest. If it isn’t up to their expectations, the male counterparts start over because nobody wants to raise babies in a nest that’s turning brown. Instead of brooding over an ignored nest, the weaver works ferociously towards building a new one. Monsoon is around the corner and more than a thousand strips of grass are transformed into a comfortable work of art, called home.

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