This morning at our contemplative service I shared my meditation about the chickadees inhabiting the blue bird box. I arrived home today excited to check on their status, when something caught my eye.
On the side of the house was a tuft of white fur. Without thinking anything of it, I opened the box, and there inside sat the empty nest. I looked on the ground at my feet, and witnessed the 2 broken eggs. The other four had clearly served another purpose as they were nowhere to be found.
My heart sank.
Once again, I have lost some sweet feathered friends to Nature’s life cycle. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it.