Today the birdies flew away—all four of them. Just like birth pangs, I knew it would be today or tomorrow—soon! They were outgrowing their tiny nest and lounging around was difficult—if not impossible.
This afternoon I ran some errands and I sensed something was different. Their feathers started to fluff up and they looked restless. I snapped a picture and whispered, “Bye, bye birdies.”
When I returned home, they were all facing in the same direction; the first time in two weeks that ever happened. Four little beaks all in a row—facing skyward.
I ran in the house to grab my camera, but the phone rang, and I forgot! An hour had passed and Mark arrived home.
“What was that?” he shouted.
Mark was covered with bird poop from head to toe. Mama and Papa Robin had nudged the babies out of the nest and the babies literally pooped their way out.
I ran down the street pointing my camera and clicking as the birdies tested their wings under the watchful eye of Mama and Papa Robin. One little birdie was not using his wings and plopped himself in the middle of the road. But Mama Robin nudged him along and kept nudging him until finally a flip…a flop, and then flitter…flitter…fly!
I felt a tear slip down my cheek and watched as they all four took flight. Nearly an hour had passed while Mama and Papa watched, waited, and nudged again. They perched on the rooftop and hid in the trees until all four had safely found their wings.
Tonight it’s lonely…no chirping…no peeping. The wind is howling through the trees and I can’t help but wonder if my little birdies are safe.
Two weeks ago there were four shiny robin eggs and now they are flying free—all four of them.The nest is finally empty.
Bye Bye Birdies!
Living Life Passionately,
P.S. I will be taking a break from blogging for the next two weeks. Jon's college graduation is Saturday and then I will be out of the country until the end of May. I'll have lots of pictures to post when I return.