the empty nest

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.nest

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.

 

 

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