Monday, September 6, 2010

Birds of a Feather...

For about a week during the summer I had been watching this baby bird in our back yard who obviously jumped the nest well before it was ready to fly. It might have been Papa Robin but for the sake of my having a mini revelation we're going with Mama Robin. That Mama Robin fed and watched over her off spring like a hawk, and when it strayed too far or I was too close she called it back again. But there were times when all she could do was sit on a branch and watch.
One day when J came home for a visit he yelled for me to come quick and bring the camera, he had rescued a bird from the jaws of the "beast". I told him how we had been observing it, we put said beast in doors and he let the little guy go and it wasn't long and Mama bird was checking her baby out and no doubt a bit thankful for the rescuer.
Our J didn't jump the nest too soon but where he landed at times saddeneds us. We feed him when he comes around, hang out and love on him and the pretty girl who sometimes tags along. I probably chirp a bit too much for his liking a times. I do hope that when things get too much and the world out there would like to chew him up that there is someone who would rescue him from the jaws of life...and I will be thankful.
Meanwhile in the front yard a whole nother saga was taking place.We live on a busy main street on the edge of town, traffic moves fast, you have to pass our home to get to the high school, the pool, the Piggley Wiggley, etc. And look where a Robin couple built a nest, and they kept it in use for weeks, I think they had 3 different clutches of eggs. I tried to not be too much of a busy body neighbor.
I heard a story about a contest that was held to paint a perfect picture of peace, the final two pictures where unveiled. The first was of a glass smooth lake with sheep grazing along the shore. The second was of a storm darkened sky over a rushing torrent of a waterfall, a tree growing on the precipice and on a branch sitting on a nest was a mother bird, covering her young.
Peace in my own front yard.
We had some wild storms this year and this Mama held tight. I would watch her, once I thought the nest was blown away so I went out on the veranda and could hardly see the few feet threw the rain and yet there she sat, all hunkered down in her nest waiting for the storm to pass. I'm learning.
And look that Mama Robin even built her nest with love!
Can you see it woven in?