Remember my winged tenants from a few months ago?
Not long after I wrote about them, the three tiny blue eggs hatched! I heard the chorus of chirping and knew that the babies had made their entrance. I was excited, but quite nervous for their well-being in the nest, because I knew that many unfortunate things could happen between hatching and the time they were ready to leave.
I was so nervous, in fact, that once they were born I refused to set foot on my patio, not even to water my flowers and plants, because I didn't want to disturb or agitate the parent birds.
The babies thrived. My flowers and plants, on the other hand, did not.
After a few weeks, I started to notice that two of the birds had begun to fly. The third bird would just hang around the nest while his brothers were off exploring.
I think he liked the peace and quiet.
Doesn't he look majestic?
Just a few days after I took that picture, the entire family packed up and left the nest. I'm convinced that they hustled away in the middle of the night so that I wouldn't make a scene.
I'm telling you this happy bird birth story (hatch story?) because soon I'll be posting Part 1 of Isaac's birth story and I wanted you to have a happy memory since Isaac's story is decidedly more... graphic? toe-curling? bloody? cringe-inducing?
Just kidding. It's not really going to be that kind of story. But, if human birth freaks you out (particularly unmedicated, natural birth), then feel free to refer back to this post and simply imagine that Isaac hatched himself painlessly out of a little blue egg.
Come to think of it, that would be pretty darn cute.
There is an epilogue, of sorts, to the bird story. It'll be awhile before I post it, but just keep it in mind.