Today three robin hatchlings popped from their powder blue eggs. The wide-mouthed trio’s mother pivoted their nest on decorative beams just outside my wife’s home study door – a well-traveled doorway situated between the garden and the study and the kitchen.
She built it in a day, the insides tight and smooth. Since then, she’s laid the eggs and often from afar watched the nest. Why this spot? I wondered.
Today when I came home with our toddler daughter, I was foul. We had run out of milk, which, after a long day, made her wail much of the way home despite my random singing – “There once was a girl who cried all day long/Wah-wah-wah was her song.” – or reasoning with her that we’d run out of milk or sweet talking her or just trying to ignore her. Fifteen minutes later, I could hear nothing but grumbles within.
“The robin babies hatched today, Papa!” my wife said as she took our own wide-mouth onto the porch. “Grumble,” I think my mouth said in reply. Somehow I couldn’t bring my mind to the moment. I just let it ride the residue of frustration from the previous fifteen minutes while I distracted my body with washing dishes. It would take another hour for me to wander outside the doorway, step up on a chair, and peer in at three hungry mouths, open and trusting.
I think of that mother never wishing her nest could be in Paris or Rome or closer to the city or on the other side of the pond. Elsewhere is here. And even when my mind is elsewhere, I suppose it is here, too. Here is fine. Here, it turns out, may be the best place to be.
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See you in the woods,
The 3 Highlights Guy