Over the past couple of weeks, a little birdie couple have decided to make themselves a home right above our porch. We greet them and say bye-bye when we leave, we have enjoyed having them live there.
A couple of days ago, I was sitting in the living room (with the window open) and I heard a loud thud and a bit of a ruckus, followed by the sound of a bird flying off. I didn’t really think anything of it, just figured that one of the birds went out for a little fly. A few hours later, my friend came to pick me up and asked if I knew I had birds. I told her of course and asked how she knew. She pointed and I looked. There on the sidewalk was a piece of the nest and a couple of broken eggs.
I can not explain to you just how sad I felt. To make matters worse, I looked up and one of the birds was on the ledge, just staring down at the broken eggs. It seriously made me cry. Even though it was a bird, it was still a mama bird. A mama bird who didn’t get a chance to be a mama. I would’ve hugged that sad mama bird if I could.
In the last couple of days, I haven’t heard or seen the birds at all. I guess they’ve moved on and I don’t blame them.
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Oh, so sad. I once saw a baby bird fall out of its nest and hit the pavement. As it flailed on the ground, the mother bird flew down and kept hovering, jumping, absolutely frantic. I cried too.
Soooooooooo sad!!! Now I’m crying. Poor Momma!!!
soooo sad