For Mother’s Day weekend. Best kind of present there could possibly be is, simply, presence. Actually, he’s back out the door with his sister and their friends, but I’ll happily take every moment I can get and I’ll even share, too.
Meantime, Jocelyn has a bird in her yard doing karaoke at all hours, defying her personal noise ordinance. And boy does that bring back memories.
This is a corner of the back yard I grew up with in Maryland.
That nest was between the plasterboard and the outside wall and right at the head of my sister’s bed. Till the babies fledged, there was not a thing anyone could do but wait for the day there weren’t little chirping hungry woodpeckers at the crack of dawn. (While hoping for no obnoxious cracks from teenage birds getting plaster’d.)
Mom and Dad eventually–they waited till they were really, really sure those birds were gone–got a tall ladder and plugged up that hole, hoping Momma Bird would get the message. Woods, see? Tall trees, that way, go!