She sits, still and enigmatic as a full moon glowing in the dark. Patiently, she waits for nature to take its course.
I watch, constantly peeking through the slats in the blinds at the kitchen window I never drew, until she arrived. Impatient for nature to take its course.
Her nest is an architectural marvel. Securely fashioned into the wire rungs of the spring wreath I hung on our front door to welcome guests.
She is the most welcome guest. As are her two blue eggs nestled into the nest she crafted of moss and leaves and twigs and forest debris.
The front door is off limits now. Guests are invited to enter through our garage door, into the laundry room, down the hall to the main room. (I really must get that basket of clean laundry put away!)
I’ve hung a sign on a rope strung from the handle of a large lantern that sits on the far corner of our front doorsteps to the planter that sits at the edge of the walkway beside the stairs leading down to the backyard deck. “Bird in Nest. Do not disturb. Thank you!”
I wonder if she realizes the sacrifices we’ve made to give her peace. I smile at my use of the word ‘sacrifice’. It is anything but. She feels like a gift from Mother Nature. As I said to my beloved last night after my final peek through the blinds to ensure she was settled in for the night, “I’m so glad she thinks our home is safe for her to nest here.”
It is the third year we’ve had a robin use our home as its nesting site. The other two were tucked into the rafters above the bottom deck. They were easy prey for the magpies and crows who frequent the neighbourhood too.
This nest is easy for me to help protect from predators. I watch incessantly for marauding crows or magpies on the hunt. The minute I see one, or hear the squawking of the robin and her mate, I race to the window, adding my voice to the cacophony.
I think the crows and magpies are terrified of this woman on the other side of the glass who flaps her arms and screams loudly, ‘Get Away!’.
I hope so.
There’s lots for them to eat in the band of forest that separates our yard from the river behind our home. They don’t need to poach eggs from our guest.
I do not know if there are more than the two eggs in her nest now. I only risked the one photo as I didn’t want to disturb her nest building. As robins lay one egg a day, it’s possible she laid a couple more eggs before she settled in to incubate her hatch.
I don’t know how much longer she will be resident at our front door. It could be three or four weeks. What I do know is that C.C. and I are agreed. The door is hers until she and her fledglings take flight.
It’s nature’s way of reminding us to slow down. Be still. Be patient. And above all, be caring of all creatures, big and small.
In the meantime, I shall do my best to not keep peeking through the slats of the blinds I’ve drawn to give her privacy and to help her feel safe.
See Mother Nature. I am learning from you how to be present in this moment right now, connected to all of your creation around me.
Beautifully written Louise. Still doesn’t make me like robins, who in my experience are usually demonic birds with a destructive beak. But this one is lucky to have found your most welcoming door and heart.
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LOL — ahhh yes, I remember you writing about your experience of robins. 🙂
I’m lucky to be able to watch her quietly sit incubating her brood. It stirs my emotions so beautifully. ❤
What a beautiful tribute to Mother Robin! The devastating derecho storm that hit Ottawa on May 21 destroyed a lot of bird nests, mostly with young hatchlings or eggs. A neighbour rescued a few young orphan birdies, but whether they survive is a big unknown. Our fir trees survived as did the nests within. Took some doing to do a look see, including scratches on arms and legs but I had to know that the various “bird condos” in the one tree were safe and secure. It is truly amazing that with the force of the winds, over 100 km/hr, that those tiny nests were not flung from their precarious perches on flimsy branches. Every morning around 0400h we are rewarded the the young ‘uns exercising their lungs as they await breakfast. Then silence, golden silence, descends allowing for another hour or two of blissful sleep as the morning awakens to another glorious day – rain or shine it dies not matter – it is another day I get to breathe the cool fresh air.
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Oh wow Iwona! I hadn’t thought about birds nests in that storm!!! How awful — I’m so glad yours survived and are hopefully thriving.
And yes, that beautiful golden silence. I’m not sure how I’ll feel when the chicks are hatched and they are chirping away in the nest at 4am! As you know… the door is right beside our bedroom window… 🙂
Many hugs. I am about to go out on the deck and breathe the cool fresh air! ❤
How wonderful that she feels secure in her new digs!
I have to say, that at as much as I love keeping my windows open, being awakened at 4 am is not my cuppa. There have to be nests in the cedar hedge or neighbouring tree because they do raise a ruckus!