The Rise & Fall of Mother Nature

May 13, 2010

in How to be a Housewife

If you haven’t noticed by now, I’m not the most touch-feely kind of person.  Sweet, supportive, and incredibly boobalicious?  Absolutely.  (Also – modest.  Most Definitely.)  But I’m not a huge fans of hugs from people I don’t know Really well.  (Not really well, just Really well.)

Also?  NOT a nature person.  Sure, I did the whole Girls Scouts thing waaaay past the time when it was cool to be a girl scout.  And, at least early on, that did involve some camping.  But, perhaps because my mother selected/lead most of my troops, we didn’t really camp.  Not the “find a place in the woods and pitch a tent” camping.  It was mostly unfurling our sleeping bags on the wooden platforms of our pre-pitched tents and calling it a day. Which fit decently well with my mother’s motto that her “idea of camping is Motel 6.”

Point Being?  I am not one you’d put among the nominees for the role of Mother Nature (unless its for those tampon commercials where she’s got enough makeup and hairspray on to kill the ozone layer over the entirety of North America).

So when the Big Man said he’d allowed a family of robins to build a nest in the corner of our porch (after spending days rejecting/ejecting nest attempts by a few crows and some “mean looking” birds), I didn’t think much of it.

I saw the nest, which was cool.  But more in a “huh, look at that…seems to be pretty well built” kind of way.

Then I saw the little blue eggs in the nest.  Which was Totally cool.  Again, having a mother whose idea of a nature walk was confined to the sidewalks of our suburban planned development, I’d never actually seen one of those except on TV.  And we?  Don’t have HDTV.  Which, obviously, would have made a huge difference in the experience.

Because I?  Started becoming a little, tiny bit invested.  I’d check on the nest every few days.  Make sure not to let the kid drool on it when I showed it to him.  Even started to worry a little bit about the hornets who are also trying to make our porch their home (what can I say, we’ve got a Prime location apparently) stinging the Mama bird and orphaning our eggs.

Then we had the night of the massive thunderstorms.  Otherwise known as the night lightening struck our building.  Or the night I sent the Big Man out into the raging thunderstorm to check on Mama bird and protect the nest from our air-born porch furniture.

And then today – THERE WERE TWO LITTLE BABY BIRDS!!   And I??  Went all Mother Nature like no body’s business.  Where was momma bird?  Did she know?  Had they been fed?  Was my presence scaring her away from her babies?  But I had to protect them!  From the hornets!  Don’t let the hornets sting the itty bitty birds!  Or me!  Could she find enough worms?  Maybe I should go buy a tub of bait worms and put them next to the nest?  Could I bring the Little Man over to show him?  What if he drowned them in his drool?

In less than 30seconds, I’ve become almost as invested in the lives of these baby birds as I am in that of my son’s life.

Who, by the way, is over in the corner.  Drooling on our plants.

Eh, they needed some water anyway.


Cranky Mommy May 15, 2010 at 2:06 pm

My kids would be in heaven if we had a bird's nest that accessible. The bird, however, might think it's hell.

Melissa May 14, 2010 at 9:37 pm

That is the most amazing thing to witness! It's like you have your own episode of Planet Earth on your porch! Just amazing. Maybe if Cruella Devil was witness to the birth process of young dalmatians, she would have turned around.

P.S. Maybe your son is showing early signs of having a green thumb?

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Domesticated Gal May 14, 2010 at 12:04 am

Yup, she's been busy getting worms. Actually got to see her feed one of them which was pretty cool! Next thing you know, I may be back to camping! (at Motel 6)

FertKiki May 13, 2010 at 10:54 pm

That is pretty awesome (the birds, not the drooling). Any sign of momma bird yet?

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