Tuesday, May 23, 2006
With Aaron's baby birds and Catherine's baby birds all flying away, I decided I'd better check on our own baby bird. I've noticed Mama bird hasn't been attending to the nest quite as often as she used to and now I see why. There's no room. Plus, it's a bit messy up there, which I guess happens when you have kids, whether they are baby birds or monkeys, like ours--things just get. . . messy. Anyway, she's probably also hoping her baby will make an attempt at flying away soon. Mostly it's just amazing to me how quickly those baby birds grow from pink little slimey things to real, feathered little birds and then they just fly away, ready to start their own little lives. How do they learn everything they need to know about cats and digging up worms and building a nest and flying south just by sitting up there in their wee little nest for two weeks? And how in the world do their mommies just let them fly away like that, not knowing if they'll figure it all out before they hit the pavement? Mother Nature really is amazing. As much work as it is, I'm glad I get at least eighteen years to raise my baby boys and make sure when they do hit the pavement, it's a good experience. It's sort of like being a penguin (see this post), I guess. It has it's perks at times but humans definitely have it better. Definitely.
posted by Shana # 9:59 PM 
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