In the midst of Safer at Home – in the midst of one day seeming very much like the other – a marvelous discovery was made.
In a basket that hangs on the side of our house, immediately right outside our kitchen door – a sparrow built her nest. It is the most perfectly beautiful nest – sitting cozily in this old basket that held a few of Tootsie’s tennis balls.
My husband noticed it first. After admiring it for a few days, we waited to see what would happen. We waited … and we waited … and we waited.
At last one day my husband came in and announced that there was an egg in the basket. On day two, there was another egg – as well as on day three and day four.
I imagined that the mama bird would be sitting all day on her eggs – but that wasn’t the case. We actually didn’t see much of the mama bird at all during this time.
In fact I began to think that someone was playing a joke on us. Are these eggs for real?
And then it happened – the baby birds hatched. And since then we have peeked in, noticed them huddled together as one soft pulsating feather bed. Sometimes they are awake – their beaks open wide – in hungry anticipation.
And so – we have been gifted – in a worn-out old ordinary basket – hanging very near a busy in- and – out back door.
And we are filled with gratitude that this mama bird trusted two very nosy residents and gifted us something to cheer for – to be awed by – to be charmed.
Even in the midst of a pandemic.