The blue birds never came back. Eventually all the eggs disappeared. The chickadees vanished as well. Poof! No adults, no babies. The cardinal nest was abandoned without eggs.
House wrens moved into the bluebird box. They made a very messy nest with sticks protruding from the hole in the box. It’s amazing they can get in and out, but they do. And quickly. They also scold. There are four babies in the nest which we hope survive to fledge. If all goes well that should happen very soon.
We are trying to disturb them as little as possible.
They do not play well with others. I suspect them of raiding the bluebird nest and perhaps the chickadee nest as well. I watched them chase off a Carolina wren who was examining the unoccupied chickadee box. I would prefer the Carolina wren. Oh well.
We did see some other fledglings. I was hoping for house finches. Instead we got house sparrows. They’re a crowded, noisy, pushy bunch when they all descend on the feeder at once. They’re not very pretty or desirable. See how things are working out for me?
Oh, and can I mention that my husband broke his foot, which is only a small inconvenience and doesn’t have much to do with birds. Although, come to think of it, he was working on a bird feeder project at the time.
Evidently I do not get a say in these matters.
Meanwhile, it’s the middle of summer. The garden is lush. The weeds are thriving as well. Spring blossoms have faded. Some of them have disappeared. New things are glorious. The bugs seem to be getting in on the act as well.
I’ve been noticing that life and death exist side by side. They’re not really opposite. They’re just different points on the journey. We only get so much say in the matter. And it seems that we only get a little say in how it goes between stops. It can be a very bumpy ride.
This is where I’m tempted to veer off into the state of society and current politics—how the varying, seemingly opposite sides of the issues are really just different parts of a whole. If one part is broken the other part is too. How we won’t solve anything as long as we try to divide the whole rather than bringing it together.
I’m going to spare you the details of that rant. You already know the various parts. You live your part of the whole. If you don’t understand what I’m pointing at I’m sure you can find an article or blog somewhere which will be more than happy to explain it to you. I’m sure you can find a different analysis or point of view as well.
Instead I want to reflect on how I live at my point in the journey. How am I engaging with the natural course of life and death around me? How am I engaging with the brokenness? Am I able to find ways of loving the whole and the particular?
I don’t think I do very well with any of this. I want to think I know best. I want to have things “my way.” The birds are one tiny example of how that works out for me. Meanwhile, a very big hunk of my life is going my way.
My choice is what I will make of that. How will I use it? How will I honor death within life and life within death? How will you? What do we need to notice to help us? What practice do we find to fortify and support us? How can we bring that from isolation into community? Can we do it side by side?
I don’t know the answers to those questions, which only goes to show something about me “knowing best.” I’m sure that I do have a small portion of wisdom. It’s only a small portion though. Not big enough for the whole of life or the whole of death. It’s not big enough for the reality of their unity.
What I hope to do is to watch and learn. I hope to see where I can fit in, where I can share my heart and where my heart can grow. It’s not easy. Perhaps it should be obvious, but it’s not. It requires patience and faithfulness to my practices and lots of Grace.
I’d really rather just watch the birds.