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Tuesday, May 02, 2006
...But if THAT'S the mama bird...
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There was a knock at our door at around 7:30pm. It was one of the neighborhood kids.
"Excuse me..."
"Yes?" I said, smiling.
"On your balcony... you have a bird's nest..."
"Why yes we do," I said, wondering how she knew.
"A bird fell out of it."
"Oh my goodness!"
"We wanted to ask if we could put it back."
"Yes, yes, of course--where is it?"
"My mom has it."
A minute later the mom appeared holding what looked like a very sick bird. She placed it in my hand and I was surprised it was still alive. It hardly moved, it was so weak.
I thanked them of course, and brought the bird into the apartment. My first thoughts were, "Oh no--who's going to watch over the eggs? This bird must be worried about them."
So I went to the balcony and got the hanging basket so I could put the bird back in there.
"Oh no."

Two of the eggs have hatched! And the little chicks were looking up at me with their beaks wide open.
Sneak peek into my head at that exact moment: "
I'm not a bird! How am I supposed to feed these babies? Eww they're ugly when they're young aren't they... oh man, how am I going to feed them? I don't regurgitate! Oh man, why did they have to hatch!"
It sounds dumb that I should panic, but that's exactly what I was doing. Then, another thought: "My husband works at a pet shop! He'll know what to do!"
He was just as clueless as I was.

However I *did* notice, while I was talking to Steve on the phone, that another bird was fluttering around where the hanging basket was. I started to wonder: what if THAT'S the mama bird? I hung the basket back up and went inside to put the sick bird in a box. After I did that, I peeked outside. Another bird was in the nest. It looked and moved like the mama bird I knew.
A wave of relief washed over me. Oh thank goodness.
But if THAT'S the mama bird, who's the one in the box?
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