Lately I’ve noticed a bird flying furiously from our porch every time I open the door. Upon closer inspection, I discovered a nest with five blue eggs tucked discreetly among my fake flowers on the front door.
My kids are ecstatic. I think they’re convinced we’ll soon have a our very own family of birds that sit on our fingers and sing to us like we’re Mary Poppins and Bert.
Blondie even made a sign to redirect all of the neighbor kids to another door while I hot glued the bottom of the flower basket to the door to keep it from swinging to and fro. Heaven help us if one of those eggs falls to the porch with a splat.
I’ve thought a lot about this poor Mama Bird. She just wanted a safe and quiet place to be still and cozy up in her nest. She likely envisioned this season in her precious birdy life as a time of peace, tranquility, and domestic bliss. A season of careful nest-making and sweet bird-rearing…
Instead she is bombarded by loud hooligans all up in her business, slamming doors and not giving her a moment’s peace. She probably hopes her sweet baby birds just make it out of the nest alive and able to make it in the world.
I feel the same way.
I said to her, Mama Bird, you sure did choose a crazy and unlikely scene to do your life’s most important work.
And then I told my own Mama self the same thing.
{For “Crazy Nest Part Two,” click here.}
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Leslie says
We had birds in a hanging basket near our front door and momma bird was fierce! She would stare us down every time we came in and out. Fortunately no children were pecked! On your front door though? Wow!
togetherforgood says
That sign is so cute! I love the fat mama bird. 🙂 We’re all doing our life’s important work in the middle of the crazy, aren’t we? Good reminder.
Anonymous says
Keep the pics coming of their progress. Isn’t God wonderful to provide your kids with the awesomeness of His creation in such a unique fashion. What memories they will have. Give them all a kiss. Grandma
Victoria says
We had a small hummingbird nest nestled in our basket of fake flowers on our front door two years in a row. It seems that birds can be as thick headed and unwilling to learn life’s lessons as we are.
tagskie says
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Richella says
Ain’t it the truth?
Some days I feel like it’s all I can do to keep my wings flapping, much less to do anything to feather my nest. And my little birdies are getting so big. . . I don’t have much more time to teach them to fly!
I did have one nice surprise this week. The phone rang and woke me from a deep sleep around 1:00 AM. I was scared to death when I answered and it was my son at Duke. . . but he was calling because he’d been driving back to campus and had found a little lost dog, and was wondering what he should do. Somehow the fact that my 18-year-old would go out of his way to help a poor little lost doggie made things okay in my world again. Kind of like Blondie’s sign, I think. Reassuring, somehow, that we’re doing something right. 🙂
Lynne in NC says
Scooper,
Another well written article.
Your children are so sweet; love the sign.
I appreciate how you’ve reminded me of what is really important in life. I need to refocus my attention on my “little ones”, albeit 17yob and 13yog, (can one claim a 17 year old as a boy?)
Even as teenagers, they need their Mummy.
“Just keep flying….”
Peace,
Lynne
Buddy says
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT! The bird was truly fortunate to find such an accommodating family (mother, especially). Hopefully, there will be some very exciting days ahead for your kids as they watch this miracle of life unfold, up close and personal.
Love you forever,
MOM (from Dad’s computer)
Katie says
That is about the cutest post I’ve ever read! I love how you described Mamma Bird. I so relate. I can’t wait to hear the progress of the little birds.
laylablue says
great thoughts! truthful and encouraging.
Debbie says
I have had the bird at the door issue myself.
Your little sign just made me scrunch my shoulders and smile. It, alone, is an unwrapped moment. The insight at the end? Priceless.
Southern Gal says
I really love this. Good thing you don’t have two cats hanging around.