Sunday, April 15, 2012

A Very Foolish Thing

I did a very foolish thing today.

I'd had to fight the urge all day yesterday as well.  Today I broke down and did it.  And it was a very foolish thing to do.  What was this very foolish thing, you may ask?  Well, I'll tell you.

I went and checked my bird's nest again. 

Clinging to the hope that I'd somehow been mistaken.  That it was a dream.  That I'd imagined it all.  That it had never really happened, I went out and checked the nest, to see if maybe I'd been wrong, and the babies were still there.

They weren't.

They were still gone, and as if to drive the knife even further into my heart, the mama had moved on as well.  It's all empty.  All silent.

Nothing left, but a dull ache were once there was excitement and joy.

Now I know why they call it The Empty Nest Syndrome.

2 comments:

Bag Blog said...

That is very sad. One time a bird built a nest in our grill. I didn't cook outside for weeks until the baby birds all flew away.

Becky said...

It is sad, but it's nature's way.

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