Sixty-something woman shares ruminations as she plys the latter third of her life with the caveat that age entitles her to be absolutely outrageous whenever possible.
Monday, April 30, 2012
What the hell do I know, anyway?
Here is the current status of the nest in the wreath on my front door. Now, I was certain that I had murdered five little avian souls because I did not know the nest was there and left the door open for several hours a couple of days, prohibiting mom from keeping them warm. I agonized over this, actually. So, every time I left the house, I would check to see if anything new had happened. And today, it did. In fact, a friend dropped by, and when I was showing her the nest with the fuzzy little wormy things, we were privileged to watch an egg hatch. I will be checking it later for more activity, and am relieved to have not committed bird genocide.