The day I discovered a nest in our old garage was a turning point in my world of trepidation. I spotted the little crib of twigs while on the treadmill because if was right in front of me in the wall-shelf unit, under the TV shelf and right beside the exercise DVDs. I wanted to remove it the day before, but a little wren had already laid her eggs and was apparently going to be returning.
And that she did.
I watched those eggs every day and often caught her squatting on them, staring at me with that motherly don’t-even-think-about-it stare that all living mother-creatures share. I was amazed that sometimes she didn't move when I got on the treadmill! I checked on them daily.
One morning I went out to the treadmill to, um, actually use it. I popped in a Star Trek DVD to distract myself, turned on the motor, and was about to start my walk when I heard *CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP* screaming over the familiar opening monologue.
There they were, wee-little naked baby birds, yelling at me for food. I couldn’t help them, but I knew she’d be back because the crafty thing had found a way to get under the garage door.
I took pictures daily after that but none of them came out very well as that is NOT my talent ... adding to the charm that naked wren babies blur up quite a bit in photos. Yeah, I know. That was my fault too. ANY-way! I was shocked to see how quickly they grew their feathers.
Two days later after Dave returned from a trip, I came out and saw one caught in the immobile treadmill belt towards the front. I panicked. He’d tried to fly a little too early; he was stuck, but he was okay. I am pretty sure I was the one worried but I gently put him back in his nest. No, mama didn’t kick him out later because she smelled my scent. I’ll bet you never knew that was an old wives tale. Believe me; I checked it because I was nervous myself. Birds can’t even smell that well, let alone care about the human odour. Wildlife Preservation says it is okay to touch baby birds. He was just fine and happy to be with his sibs.
One day I caught one napping with its feathers ruffled, and I knew it was just a few days from a flight. I had no idea how quickly this process happens. I’m sure some of you moms out there agree?
I was fearful for that little guy, but I didn't need to be. This was a little part of my world, I got a peek into theirs and got to witness "birds of the air" becoming fully formed (Genesis 1: 26-28). And I remembered, after running around trying to save baby birds, that there is no room for fear in my life as well.
God is love. When we take up permanent residence in a life of love, we live in God and God lives in us. This way, love has the run of the house, becomes at home and mature in us, so that we’re free of worry on Judgment Day—our standing in the world is identical with Christ’s. There is no room in love for fear. Well-formed love banishes fear. Since fear is crippling, a fearful life—fear of death, fear of judgment—is one not yet fully formed in love. - 1 John 4:18
It was a beautiful day the day I went to the garage, opened the garage door, peeked into the nest area, and watched the inevitable happen. WHOOSH! Apparently, the one who fell out of the nest was tired of seeing my big ol’ face and figured it was about time he used his wings. I’m glad I had opened the main door because this little guy took OFF! I watched for a while and then finally saw him in the tree/fence that bordered our yard from the Water Company’s area.
I went back to the nest and noticed the next one was on the edge of the shelf, teetering. The little guy's first flight took him to my suitcase, then he made it over to my shelf of notebooks and finally flew as close to the outside as possible without actually getting there. He he tried to light on the mop bucket and almost fell in the dirty water. I wanted to go save him, but I stopped myself (he probably flew out of there because he saw me budge lol).
It took the third a little longer to leave the nest. It sat on the edge of the shelf forever, looking scared out of its mind. David had come out to watch with me. We stood a reasonable distance so we wouldn’t freak it out. Then he lit on the treadmill. That’s when I noticed he had a little wispy-haired mo-hawk.
Although it took all the time in this world to get out of the nest, this is the one who explored our entire porch, including our bikes, and finally flit from the garage to the tree to hang out with mama and her pals.
I’ll show up and take care of you as I promised and bring you back home. I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out—plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. Jeremiah 29:11
I should mention that we saw mama watch all of this from a branch above our driveway. She flitted a little, but she was stealth mama. She kept swooping up and down to check them out, possibly seeing if their wings were working. :-)
How amazing that we got to witness all of this; I considered it an enormous blessing. I told you this whole story with just a few of verses to punctuate. I learned a big lesson from these little wrens and God has been telling me all along. I don't know about you, but sometimes I need a shoulder tap reminder of how God takes care of his children, even when we don’t know or believe He’s watching.
"Birds find nooks and crannies in your house, sparrows and swallows make nests there. They lay their eggs and raise their young, singing their songs in the place where we worship. God-of-the-Angel-Armies! King! God! How blessed they are to live and sing there!" Psalm 84:3-4
His "eye is on the sparrow" as the famous old song suggests ... these thoughts are not new thoughts. But I had forgotten. And I'm telling you. Don't you ever forget!