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  • Simultaneously, two birds have nested on our front porch within 4 feet of one another. Both nests seemed to appear over night. First the robin's nest, with her orbs of unduplicable blue, then the wren's. The robin set up camp in the beams near the ceiling and the wren, a metal planter right by our front door. I really meant to get around to setting a fern in that planter, honest to goodness I did, but in true wren-like spirit, she took it over. I couldn't bear the thought of being a nest wrecker. First two, then day by day, mama wren added two more gumballs to her nest.

    I have been spying on each of these birds and their nests, but these mamas don't like it. Not one bit. I try to sneak up around the corner of the house, but they know. They immediately take flight and begin squawking, hollering at me from a safe perch. I back away, leaving them to their important job of tending their eggs. With 4 children of my own, and the busy comings and goings in and out of our front door, I think sometimes these mamas chose the wrong front porch to set up shop.

    I have shown my own children each of the nests, with their eggs and how the mama doesn't like to be away for too long. I sense the end of the gestation is near. I can sense it in the warmth of the sun, the shrill of their motherly squawks, the rumble of the nest. I told my children its just best that we not use the front door of our house for a while, without a fuss, my kids complied to the unreasonable request, sensing, which is different than knowing, that there is important work to be done in these altars of straw and mud.
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