The Circle of Life
If I place a spring wreath on my front door,
Without a doubt, I know what it will be used for,
A mother bird will instinctively make her nest on there,
She will bring nesting materials and place them with care,
It doesn’t take long before tiny eggs will appear,
Delicate and nestled away, oh so dear,
But with our door constantly opening and closing it seems,
The baby birds will have no chance to live out their dreams,
It is a survival of the fittest; a natural selection,
All of them may not have the necessary protection,
The first nest this year was constructed by a mother wren,
She had 2 beautiful healthy birds and 1 egg that were safe and
then,
The wreath fell off the door and the one egg went smash!
When the wreath was rehung, it fell again with a crash!
This time 2 babies went tumbling, like a roll of the dice,
They weren’t hurt; still breathing, but what wasn’t nice…
Our dog made a dash and swallowed one baby whole!
Now one lone survivor was left; bless its soul,
One baby bird grew large enough to fly away,
We don’t know his fate on that eventful day,
In a matter of weeks, a new nest was built by another,
With 4 precious little eggs, she became a mother,
The neatly made nest and eggs are currently thriving,
We don’t know how many of them will be surviving,
But the circle of life continues to turn,
How many will remain?
Mother Nature will discern.
Tammy Harvey
Written: 6/20/2019
This is the actual nest on our front door now:
Wow! Neat! 🐦🐦🐦
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