Take to the Sky 2
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
