Bird Babies

A weird and wonderful thing has happened. The tiny blue speckled eggs that Mama Bird has been so devotedly sitting on have hatched.

 

We’ve become so accustomed to seeing her tiny head right in the middle of the eucalyptus wreath where she built her nest that I was a little surprised not to see it this morning. Had I scared her away just by opening the door that leads to the breezeway? I sort of slunk over to the nest not knowing what to expect, and when I peered over into the nest, well, I was astounded. There was fuzzy stuff, lots of it. I stepped back, smiling in disbelief at what I’d seen. After a few seconds, I looked again, and this time I saw movement and lots of pink that I presume were their little bodies. This little drama had just unfolded before my eyes…was in fact still unfolding.

 

When DH awoke and went to check out the miracle, the moving pink mass was even larger, and a few hours later, we saw their little mouths open and waiting for a juicy worm or two. The fuzz that I’d seen earlier was more detectable (drier?), and I knew I was looking at the beginnings of feathers.

 

It has taken weeks for the eggs to hatch, and their fine feathered mother has been faithful in making sure she did her part to bring them to life. Now she appears to be just as determined to sustain their lives by nurturing their tiny bodies. Moments ago, I saw her perched on the side of her nest, leaning over and apparently doing something to/for them.

 

I’m in awe. Life, bird or human, is miraculous, and I’m glad for this recent reminder. These little birds came from eggs, and so did we. I’m told that the human egg cell is about the size of a period at the end of one of these sentences. Just think about that! Our eye color, temperament, predisposition to certain disease, innate abilities, and so many other attributes are all determined by the unique combination of chromosomes and genes within a tiny fertilized egg. If that isn’t a miracle, what is?

 

 

Author: jayne bowers

*married with children, stepchildren, grandchildren, in-laws, ex-laws, and a host of other family members and fabulous friends *semi-retired psychology instructor at two community colleges *writer

7 thoughts on “Bird Babies”

  1. Awesomeness! Michelle and the children have been watching their own “wreath” with nest. Michelle says they only look when the Mama is away b/c she gets upset. They haven’t been using that door for fear of disturbing the “babies” Life is Grand in all forms…the beginning, all of it!

  2. As Mom mentioned, we also have little baby birds. I didnt realize they would be such ugly little things! It is amazing to me this cycle of life. I have never seen anything quite like it before. The kids love it until Hunter groans that ew the birds pooped on the window and their mommy needs to change them. Ha Ha!

  3. Thanks for your comments Everyone. I’m enjoying the process and will miss the little babies when they leave. Already the mother is beginning to spend time away from them, quite a contrast to the days when she only left when spooked by one of us.

    And Hayden, I was never into bird watching either. I think that’s why this little drama has captivated me so.

  4. How neat! We had baby birds the last time I got ferns for my front porch which was probably 5 years ago or more. It’s great to be reminded of how I felt when the eggs hatched and seeing the babies the first time.

  5. Truly, we’re enraptured with them. Well, that might be an exaggeration (especially since they’re begun using the potty all over the glass door!), but when we’re home, we check almost hourly to see if there are any changes.

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