My heart is completely filled up right now. I know if I looked in the mirror, my face would be glowing. I discovered it this afternoon. Artist hubby and I were working in the backyard when all of the sudden…. (Okay. You should know this is probably not going to turn out the way you were thinking.) …when all of the sudden I looked up to find the little black bird, who has been singing to me in the evenings, was perched high in the rain tree with a bug in her beak.
Then she unexpectedly disappeared….
into a hole on the side of our tree. When she emerged…
I think I surprised her. I wasn’t close, but I wasn’t where I had been when she entered her sanctuary in the tree. She flew off and left behind were the high pitched twerps of her clutch.
Babies! We are going to have babies!
I knew immediately that I wanted to share our bird story with you. I was so delighted, so inspired by her attempts to care for the babies in the cavity of the tree that I spent several hours watching and documenting her feeding and protecting.
I have to admit though that I struggled with sharing this now. This is supposed to be a Week of Poetry, not a week of whatever I decide to write about. But as luck would have it, I actually have a poem about this kind of bird: the starling. Happy accident or super synchronicity?
And as a bonus, here is the magical video that inspired the poem.
Special thanks to Sophie Windsor Clive and Liberty Smith for sharing their art and adventure with the world.