I almost stepped upon this intact nest as I walked across the garden this morning. Luckily I glanced down and I was struck by its size, touchingly small with miniature eggs resting inside.
What a cosy warm sanctuary the birds had built for their young. The nest itself of a sturdy intricate design had survived the gusts of wind which had dislodged it from the lilac tree and placed it upright onto the ground beneath. Some eggs were already sadly broken but three remained whole. Did they have a chance?
My heart went out to the parent birds who would return only to desperately search for their home. Then there were the neighbourhood cats to worry about – a few keen hunters among them and many times the garden has been littered with the debris of battle; pigeon feathers scattered across the lawn.
I ducked beneath the tree branches and spied the ‘cup’ of criss-crossing branches where the nest had cradled. Gingerly I returned the nest to its proper place. All we can do is wait. Life is fragile, even the journey to it is fraught with danger, with many obstacles in the way.
I’ll keep my fingers crossed for these three eggs – and hope to spot three small chicks soon enough. Unlikely maybe, but not impossible.
U P D A T E – 17th July 2015
Don’t we all wish for the happy ending?
With regards to the nest I discovered last weekend the final outcome will never be quite known. I so would have loved to say the eggs hatched, all well. What has happened is that the nest remained in the tree a few days and then after a stormy night I checked the tree again.
The nest was gone. Everything. No remains around on the ground, amongst the bushes, underneath the shrubs. Yes, I checked everywhere. No eggs, no nest debris. Nothing. It does not look good but I’m slightly baffled by the absolute vanishing act. The nest and its tiny contents touched me and I was so happy to share it with you all.
Many thanks for reading and for your heartfelt comments.