I saw it when I opened the drawer to get my gardening gloves yesterday.
I was cleaning up after the wind. He has made quite a mess in both my front and back yards the last few days. A fine layer of dirt covering every surface. Leaves, twigs, feathers and discarded cigarette butts lay strewn around and piled up in corners.
We don’t smoke.
My Muse does, so I suppose they’re hers. I’ll have to look for the telltale red lipstick.
The wind always does this the day AFTER the gardener comes. NEVER the day before. He has a twisted sense of humor, he thinks it’s ironic.
It always starts the same way. I pick up a stray piece of trash that has found its way onto the porch. I’m usually in my morning get-up of a combination of pajamas, sweats and flip-flops. Next thing I know, it’s four hours later and I’ve cleaned the gutters and power washed the place. I loose complete track of time and ruin my manicure. This time, about an hour and a half in, it occurred to me to get my gloves.
Sometimes I’m not the sharpest tool in the shed.
So…..I open the drawer of a little table outside.
It sits under the dining room windows and contains a trowel, clippers, gloves and other assorted yard taming junk.
And there it was……a perfect bird’s nest. Tucked inside this shallow drawer, next to a box of stick matches.(see photo).
My heart skipped a beat as I just about lost my mind with delight.
The thing is, I collect birds nests. I have a couple of hummingbird and five or six regular ones of various sizes.
I also believe they’re good luck. It’s a positive sign.
Protection…safety…being looked after.
Shit. Who doesn’t want that?
My husband just shakes his head.
Hey honey — Don’t be a buzz kill.
So many things crossed my mind as I gently removed it from its perfect hiding place.
The mama did a magnificent job.
It was big and warm and cozy. It’s a masterpiece, that nest-in-a-drawer. Truly one of Mother Nature’s miracles.
I remember seeing her, this tiny mama bird, outside the window, gathering bits of home building materials while singing her lovely melody. I’ve decided she’s my hero.
I sit every day writing, just on the other side of her temporary home. I could hear the babies. A couple of weeks ago, they were so vocal I went out and looked up in the trees for a nest. It never occurred to me to look in the drawer.
Note to self: I’ve GOT to develop an imagination. That bird has really raised the bar around here.
Two days ago I came across the body of a little tiny baby bird in another part of the yard. It was right under a tree and I could see the remnants of its nest high above my head. That baby had not fallen out. It was pushed. Probably by a crow.
The crows can be jerks. They dive bomb my dogs. I’ve seen them bully the smaller birds.
That made the nest-in-a-drawer even that much more ingeniously resourceful.
“Not on my watch, asshole” was the message it sent.
Don’t you love nature?
Don’t you love tenacious mothering?
Don’t you love gifts, beautiful little surprises?
I do.
This was a great reminder to appreciate the little things in life. If we are present and look closely, they are all around. These tiny wonders.
And….one more reason to love Saturdays.
Xox
Post Script: I’m reprising this post from last May because I opened the drawer this past Saturday to find she had built the second nest-in-a-drawer in as many years.(See below) I’m dying to meet her and take her for coffee. Honest to God, she’s my hero.
Carry on,
xox
Another giant masterpiece found this week. I am rich in bird’s nests.
(yelp)
