Take to the Sky
The boys and I were thrilled to see a robin building her nest in a bush outside of our dining room window earlier this summer.
She fussed and fretted and built and toiled, and then she laid four turquoise eggs and settled in for a few days.
A and M were lucky enough to see the eggs hatch into chicks, and the chicks grow into larger birds, and the birds make their first wobbly attempts at flight.
We even got to watch the mama (and, we think, a few other robin-friends) bring worms and berries to the last little timid bird in the nest as s/he waited…and waited…and waited to take flight.
It was sweet, and lovely, and even miraculous.
And looking at my sweet and lovely and miraculous little boys, growing up in the “nest” that their father and I have built for them, I can’t help but feel a strange sort of kinship with that mama robin.
Newly hatched
Worm-fed and growing
Mama's here, little one
Waiting to fly
This is sweet. And how exciting for M & A to get to watch all that happen! Isaac would be thrilled if we had a nest right outside our window. He loves to sit and watch the birds fly around.
I have to admit, M and A did enjoy it all, and they probably even learned a thing or two, but I was the only one who was glued to the window with tears in my eyes as all of the babies took off for their first flight.
I hope that Isaac gets to see the whole process some day too!