First of all, You get sticks, you dumba**, Then you spit on them and put them together, that easy.
Okay, so I see you aren't a bird, so heres a detailed story of how making a nest is:
I looked up at him, eyes glistening as his sparkeld, He slid his wing into mi-
WRONG STORY!! sorry -w-'
I flew as fast as I could, almost at the speed light, as the trees zoomed past me I spotted a whole pack of wild sticks! As I swooped down I spotted a beautiful male caressing some sticks, so what do you do in that situation? FIGHT TO THE DEATH! I won and grabbed my sticks, rushing home I spotted a happy family, I flew fast, determination filling my eyes, as I fought the cold breeze, heading home to the warmth of my mate, she had brought home some glistening eggs! We ate them, Then we happily made our nest! Finally, we could sleep in a well-made stick pile!
~The end, birds, OUT!~
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A Bird's Life
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