The nest seems bigger now. There’s more room. It’s quieter. The straw stays where you put it.
The baby birds have grown and left the nest. They know the direction they are going but, Momma Bird feels lost. She stays on her perch. She watches for them. She sees them sometimes, darting here and there. Occasionally, they will flutter by the nest. The seasons have changed. Momma Bird is learning that there is joy in watching them fly.
My own baby birds have grown and flew. I cried each time. I still miss them being home, safe under my wings. I can’t stop the seasons from changing. Change is happening. I look forward to the birdies swooping into the birdhouse from time to time for a visit.
It’s time to relax a bit, find happiness where it lands and enjoy the mate that’s still in the nest.