They've flown the coop

My birdie babies are gone. For some reason, seeing that empty nest makes me want to cry. Pathetic much?

I knew the day would come but I was shocked to make my afternoon check in and discover a completely empty nest. It happened so fast! They were there this morning and gone four hours later.

Of course, being the neurotic bird watcher that I am, I immediately ran outside to make sure that none of 'my' babies was lying beneath the window with a broken neck. Surely the birdie mama must have let them go too soon. I mean, what kind of mama pushes her babies off a second story ledge?

As much as I hoped the babies had all safely flown the coop, I was secretly a little bit happy to find a wee one still hanging out in the flower bed below. Isn't it the sweetest thing?


It took all my willpower to resist snatching it up and cuddling it. So instead I hovered nearby like a nervous mother and watched it hop around a bit until I was convinced he was okay. Dear Lord, I hope the neighbors didn't see me squatting in the flower bed and muttering to myself for a good twenty minutes.

My birdie babies may have flown the coop but I've still got these two sweet little faces to cuddle any old time I want.