I realize the music I love most is the melody of singing birds. I love waking up to their songs in the mornings and listening to them while sitting or working outside.
Monday morning I was doing the daily routine with the dogs and checking out the garden when all of a sudden I hear a dense thump. I looked up where something fell from the trees above me. Then a bird flying past me swooped down to the grass dropping what I thought was stick or something for repairing her nest. I walked over to the area where whatever it was fell looking around I saw it lying in the tall grass, a baby bird. It was gone, asleep never to awaken again. I was walking Scarlett back to toward the house, she paused began smelling the ground I looked to see what it was – another sleeping baby bird, gone-the something the flying bird dropped. The only thing I could think of was the babies drowned in all the rain we have received this week – seven inches. That may not seem like much, but we were already heading in the “drought” range. The rain put us up two inches above normal.
Me being a mother and Nana, watching too many Disney movies and reading children’s books…
could only imagine the sorrow and heartbreak that mother Robin bird might have felt. I was overcome with such a sadness for her.
I can only hope she gets to lay more eggs and become a mother.