Last week we noticed lots of chirping going on outside our front door. Nothing too unusual in that since our bird feeders are close by, but the chirps seemed a bit localized. At one point whilst opening the door, I looked up at our wreath and caught a hint of movement.
Standing on tiptoe I saw a tiny nest with a bit of fuzz around the edges. Taking my handy iPhone out to catch what was what, I could see a few fuzzy little birdies in the nest.
Showing my brother these new additions to our wreath, we decided to forgo the front door all week to keep their progress undisturbed. Using the back door to get in is a bit tricky at night (but isn’t it grand iPhones have those little flashlights in them?)
Each day I’ve checked their progress hoping mommy bird has been feeding them (and wondering as temps roared into the 80s and 90s Fahrenheit how little birdies get something to drink stuck in their nest?)
It’s been kinda cool seeing these little birdies grow from indistinct blobs into little beings (with attitude, check previous pic out!)
Reminds me of something C.S. Lewis once wrote:
“It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad.”
Here’s to hatching ourselves new wings to take on new adventures? Like these little birdies when their fuzz turns into feathery wings and they learn to fly.
And what about finding worms and/or other good things to eat? Haven’t seen mommy bird, but maybe she’s an early bird out getting those early worms.
“I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm.” Franklin D. Roosevelt
Have never contemplated “the early bird gets the worm” from the side of the worm. oops.
That said, I hope these little birdies will have enough wormy sustenance to wing their way out of their nest before too long (I was about to change the wreath to another more springy one…)
grace, peace & little birdies (in our wreath!)
Virginia : )