Baby Bird

There is a bird nest in the Crepe Myrtle outside of our bedroom window. Yesterday morning, Mark and E were watching the momma bird carry things to the nest. We actually thought there were tiny babies in the nest that she was feeding. Now we think she must have been taking twigs and such to secure and make a stronger nest for her eggs. Mark and E stood in and at the window for quite some time whispering to one another about the bird and her nest. It was so sweet to watch the two of them.

Fastforward to last night. Mark and I went to Books a Million, had coffee and read a while. A friend of ours, Brenda, came over to watch the kids. Anyway, when we came back home I was stopped on the sidewalk at the horrible sight! One of the bird eggs had fallen out of the nest!!!! Splat, it was on the sidewalk. We had a really windy day here and I am sure it fell out during a big wind. It made me so sad. I am sure that birds do not have feelings like humans, but any animal that loses its babies would be sad. I am still sad that this momma bird was probably out of the nest looking for twigs and came back to find an egg, maybe the only one, missing.....