3 little redbreasts…
I usually walk into the building early in the morning, working
on reports and tedious things before others arrive. With multiple locations, now is the time to move
items to one building to ease the frustration of sorting. Most of my accumulated wealth
is being bequeathed to my honored replacement.
With that said, I’m making multiple trips to my car, too heavy to carry
in one load.
On my second trip back into the second building for the day,
I was greeted by 3 little robin redbreasts.
They had just jumped from their nest above the custodian’s door. Each one bravely trying to decide what to do
with this huge creature approaching them, as I try to decide what to do. They were lined up on a diagonal line. Only one close to the door I needed to
enter. How do they get from 8 feet in
the air down to the concrete sidewalk without hurting themselves? No parent in sight. The fear of being pecked had not crossed my
mind. Would the big door open and smash
the little one in front? I made my move,
walking slowly up to them, hoping they would gently disperse out to the grassy
area. As my body moved closer each one
automatically hopped away to a safer distance.
Carrying the heavy notebooks inside, it was time to write a
little note about my adventure with nature this morning. Now, where are they? Did they make it past the parking lot? Are they out of danger? Will the parents come back and shepherd them
into adult hood?
I love your welcoming committee. I'm sure they would bring a smile to my morning. I'm not sure I bring a smile to the bird that has taken up residence in the front porch fern, though. It squawks a protest at me every time I water it.
ReplyDeleteOh how I love spring with all the new life. What an honor to have three redbreasts greet you! Thanks for sharing. Jackie http://familytrove.blogspot.com/
ReplyDeleteI like how Kay called them your welcoming committee. Ha!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure the birdies are fine. They were just watching you work. :)
I have a slice ruminating in my writers notebook right now about a bird that I hit with my car Friday night. That was all I could think about as I read your slice! I had the same questions you had, but for different reason. I wondered if other birds were going to notice that the bird I hit wouldn't be coming home that night? It made me sad. This "bird story" made me happier. Thanks!!
ReplyDeleteThe timing of their drop, the thought of a parent not far away - watching. So much to think and wonder about.
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