And Then They Were Gone…

All photos by A. McCormick

Last week I shared that we had an Uninvited Guest, a house finch with 5 blue eggs. We found them nestled in the curve of our front door wreath.

It’s been an interesting journey, keeping watch over the new family. I began feeling responsible for momma and babies, so I posted a sign blocking the path to our front door,

STOP – Birds Nesting in Front Door Wreath!! Leave packages here or call.

A bird feeder was placed in the center of the front yard, I didn’t want momma to have to travel too far for food, and our dog was kept clear of the front porch.

Neighbors walked by staring at the sign and then asked the obvious question, why are birds nesting at your front door? Unfortunately, I was asking the same question. And then a friend shared that she knew of a similar situation. A morning dove had taken occupancy on a neighbor’s front door wreath.

My curiosity got the better of me so, I started doing some digging on the internet and found it is a very common occurrence. Evidently, the doorway provides protection and a wreath offers the makings of a fine nesting place, a safe cozy home to raise a family.

Over the next few days, the babies went from beautiful blue eggs to fury fledglings.

If you look closely, you can see one unhatched egg.

And then as quickly as we found this family, they were gone. The nest was empty – mom, babies, eggshells all vanished. Leaving only twigs and leaves to remind us of their stay.

As I was dismantling the sign and removing the wreath from the door, I have to admit I was disappointed. I had missed mom and babies practicing leaving the nest and the final flight to their new home. I didn’t get a chance to hear the little ones chirping for food and thankfully they were gone so fast that there was no mess to clean up.

But my disappointment was soon turned to joy!

I spotted a new nest. Newly constructed in the tree just outside my home office window. This time a lesser fence and her babies.

I have promised myself not to get too attached, there will be no signs keeping people off the sidewalk but I will keep my hears attuned to the song of the babies and my eyes open for fledgling’s first flight.

I love all that God’s creation teaches us.

Momma finch knew exactly what she was doing and no sign or bird feeder was needed to help her do what innately she knew had to be done. She instinctively built her nest, in a safe protected place, keeping watch over it night and day. And when the time came, she quietly taught her little brood to fly. All skills given to her by her Creator.

God used this little family to remind me that I am not in control. Not of the birds that visit our home, the circumstances that occur in my life, or the pain and challenges that happen in the lives of our family members and friends. Sometimes, I just need to get out of the way and let God do what He does best – orchestrate the details. I can rest in knowing that His timing is perfect, His awareness complete, and His love limitless.

Just as we are reminded in Matthew 6:25-28,

25 “I tell you this: Do not worry about your life. Do not worry about what you are going to eat and drink. Do not worry about what you are going to wear. Is not life more important than food? Is not the body more important than clothes? 26 Look at the birds in the sky. They do not plant seeds. They do not gather grain. They do not put grain into a building to keep. Yet your Father in heaven feeds them! Are you not more important than the birds? 27 Which of you can make himself a little taller by worrying? 28 Why should you worry about clothes? Think how the flowers grow. They do not work or make cloth.

New Life Version (NLV)

Be encouraged, BeLOVED, God is aware of exactly what you need and be on the lookout for His loving choreography of all your days.

Be Blessed,

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