Every evening when my helper arrives
she checks the baby Bluebirds, watches them being fed , takes images and has looked up a lot of information on these birds
and shares with me.
Oh how I hate to tell her this evening what happened.
I repeatedly chase the squirrels away as they sit on top of the Blue Bird house.
This is easy as I can just stand on the deck and clap my hands and they leave.
Now so sad as I recall yesterday evening.
All of family has left
I glance out of the window as I clean kitchen
and see a long thick item hanging out of the bird house.
Without thinking grab my long walking stick
head out the door, onto screen porch and down the stairs into the flower bed.
I want to cry, a snake hanging out of the opening and birds, the parents and several kinds are in a frenzy
flying around. I step off of the black top drive into the flower bed put the walking stick against
the snake trying to knock him off of blue bird house, he or she just crawls in the house.
I am helpless with my balance issue of going further into the garden and lifting latch on little house.
Tears flowing down my cheeks
as I imagine baby birds, fed by the parents and watched daily by me and Mashell
are being eaten.
I realize that it is difficult for me to return to house by stepping up on blacktop and continue up the steps and inside
realize I did not bring phone with me and for a moment frightened and fear falling
steadying myself I am able to step up on the blacktop and continue inside.
and a reminder to start wearing an alert I have used and stopped when my son arrived
6 weeks ago.