I saw the bird first thing in the morning and wondered if he would spend another day in the nest. Next time I looked, I found an empty nest. I was all excited for the little bird. A little sad too.
Both mom and dad birds hover near the nest, chirping away. I imagine they say something like, “Your brothers and sisters all took off, went to school, graduated from college, got jobs and started families of their own, and here you sit. Why don’t you get out there and get a job?”
And he’s all, “Nah. I’m good. Oh, hey, could you bring me another worm while you’re up?”
And they do.
I knew my new town was small, surrounded by farms and, well, in Iowa. I just never thought about *how* small it was until I was waiting at an intersection, zoning out and staring into space when I realized, dang. I live in a town small enough to have a grain elevator in it.
It’s a disc-golf basket. Disc golf. Wow. I never knew such a thing existed. Never mind a Professional Disc Golf Association. Want to see a world champion at work? Here ya go.
And why do I see a bunch of them around the park?
And I’ll celebrate #16. Happy anniversary to me!
The Only Thing that Looks Good on Me is You, Bryan Adams
Dr. Feelgood, Aretha Franklin
Wonderful Tonight, Eric Clapton
The nest on the gas tank now has six eggs.
Found another nest on one of our lights. It has three eggs in it.
This is the card from the kids. We’ve got a bird’s nest theme going …
