As I was walking in our front yard to take out the trash I heard the faint cry of birds chirping. Not the type of chirping that would drive you crazy enough to keep a loaded bb gun next to the door, but more like the chirping of finches.
They seemed far away, but the chirping was crystal clear. I walked around the closest bush with hopes to maybe see this nest of baby birds up in our neighbors gutters, but as I moved, the sound moved. My depth of hearing was off.
The chirping actually came from within the bush right next to me, which would explain the clarity of the chirps. I moved around the entire bush to hopefully get a glimpse of these tiny little guys, but alas the nest was a little too high. I could see the bottom of the nest, but through the branches and leaves it was nothing more than a black ball of sticks.
So I brought out the ladder.
By this time the kids heard all the ruckus, but didn’t hear me say anything so they knew I was up to something and they came outside. When I placed the ladder next to the bush, they immediately knew I what I was trying to find. They’re pretty smart like that.
We all took turns checking out the little guys, and I kept telling them not to touch any of the leaves but they couldn’t help it. As soon as one of them barely touched the branches, the baby birds would do this:
These birds heard the rustling of the branches, and immediately thought their parents were coming to feed them.
About this time I could see the mother and father bird flying around us, and I was just waiting for one of them to swoop down and gouge my eye with their gnarly beak. So I took the ladder down and we went inside cause it was our dinner time and we were hungry.
No moral to this story, just an awesome time discovering and enjoying our Creator and one of His creations in our own front yard, and letting our children capture it to remember forever.