Is there anyone who doesn’t love to find a bird’s nest full of delicate eggs? I can’t imagine.
A few weeks ago, I decided that I needed a haircut. My hair was getting caught in everything – seatbelts, t-shirts, jackets, and even my bra. My hair has never been so long (not in my whole life, Dear Reader), and the logistics of the long, long hair were starting to annoy me.
Unfortunately, that realization came just before the car crash. I haven’t been able to sit in a chair for more than ten minutes since the crash, so a shampoo and style at my favorite salon was, frankly, impossible.
Earlier this week, I called my mom and asked her to cut my hair. She cut my hair when I was a child, and she’s fixed it when I botched it up evened it out when I gave myself a trim on several previous occasions. She agreed.
Just before she started cutting, a bird appeared out of nowhere and flew right at us.
My mom and I looked at each other.
“Where’d she come from?” My mom asked.
“She must have a nest in there,” I replied, pointing to her porch.
We were only a few feet away from the porch, but we hadn’t noticed the bird before. We started poking around, and quickly found the nest, nestled in a decorative chiminary my mom had made fifteen years ago.
The chiminary has been sitting on her front porch since we moved to that house in 1994. No bird has ever taken notice before.
Clearly, a bird took notice this year.
She’d flown by so quickly that we didn’t take notice to what kind of bird it was. The tiny eggs are a creamy white with brown speckles. I thought there were three eggs; my mom thought there were five.
My mom said she’d pay attention and try to figure out what kind of little bird was sitting on the nest, but hasn’t had any luck just yet.
After we gawked a while, I snapped a picture and showed the nest to Grace.
“Eggs? In there?” she asked. I think she was confused because the only eggs she knows are big old chicken eggs. That whole didn’t look big enough to stuff one chicken egg into, let alone a bunch of them.
Finally, my mom put the chiminary back in the same spot. She was happy to report that her little birdie came back within minutes of my haircut being finished.
Happily submitted to Tell Me Thursday
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