After the first baby bird fell to the ground I could hear the mother bird chirping before finally coming back to the nest, She was trying to get another baby to leave the comfort of its mossy home. Standing on the deck railing, she flew to the nest and chirped away. Then flew to a branch of a nearby tree encouraging the little one to do the same but this one would have no part in leaving its home.
So back and forth mama bird flew frantically trying to show her offspring how great it would be to fly. The sound of her chattering went on and on and I couldn’t stand there the rest of the day. I looked in on the progress once in a while and I can imagine how frustrated that mother was. Later I was in the kitchen and looked out the front window and two little brown fluffy birds scampered toward a large bush and disappeared under the thick branches.
The mama kept up the chirpy song scolding the stubborn ‘kids’. I went back to my cooking and wondered if those two renegades would ever take flight. When my husband came in for supper he told me the funniest thing happened while he was working in his garage Two baby birds came in together through the open garage door and he was able to shew them back outside.
I could not help but think of my own children: how one of them would still be home if a pretty girl hadn’t lured him out of the nest and the other one who was only too eager to wander off. I also understand the frantic mama birdie trying to watch over the flight of her offspring. The good thing is that my two children both return to the nest at least now and then. And I believe the mama bird and I hold our little ones tightly in our hearts.
DJ Pasternak, Author 