There is a line of wood chips and sawdust where yesterday there were trees on Lombard. It never makes me any less furious, any less sad. Amongst the few remaining bits of green, shook loose and broken, there was an empty birds' nest on the sidewalk. The only worthwhile feat of engineering left on the block, it seemed wrong to leave it there. It deserves better. It deserves eggs and hungry babies, really. But I'll do what I can. Half a block later, I found a window-box, empty but for a bit of good dirt. I'm as happy about the dirt as I am the box.