So here I am here again writing, only this time full of panic. I just viewed a large black crow shimmying her way down the railing, straight for Mother red breasts nest.I ran outside like it were my own kids being threatened to find that nasty hungry bird fully prepared to stand her ground. She stared at me, bore me down with her eyes as if to say, those eggs are my next meal.
Oh my God.
I lunged towards her, fully prepared myself to take her out and lose an eye if I must, and she finally retreated to the sky, her black wings spread out like Voldemort's cloak, or even worse the wicked witch's silky cape. I am a wreck.
Naturally I called Mary who has no patience for my nonsense as she is working and a spread sheet was otherwise pissing her off - she simply said "It is the way of nature" or something to that truthful effect.
Really a bird eats another birds eggs? - dislike.
I feel powerless to change the order of things and am really hoping that this whole nest in my Nana's plant thing isn't a lesson in the way of the world for me and my kids. I had such high hopes for something else...
But sigh, that is the disappointment of real life and so I fear I must internally prepare for the worst.
It hurts me to think of that poor Mother bird working so hard for her babies and in the end having them disappear before her helpless eyes.
Can a robin duke it out with a crow?
I sure hope so.
Motherhood is hard.
Motherhood can end badly.
Makes me think of all the Mother's who battle for their kids - some to just get them born... Some who fight for them to live through illness.
We all have black crows to face at one point or another...
I want to intervene, rescue that nest, but me approaching it is as fateful as that stalking black bird - this I know for sure.
She and I, we represent the same thing to Mother red breast.
So I guess I will just have to hope for the best like always in life, and pray with all my might that the eggs survive the battle of nature.
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Off to shower, dress and work and leave this whole scene behind.
Really wish I owned a slingshot...
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