In all honesty I meant to kill the tree. It was a trash tree, all yucky and poky and misshapen. We've meant to take it out since we moved in four years ago. Back then it barely came up to my waist, but this year it was taller than Nick, blocking sun to our garden. In a moment of decisiveness I pulled out the clippers and methodically chopped every branch off before we sawed the trunk down.
What I did not mean to kill was the un-born robins! When I was almost done chopping branches I found in the very center of the tree a bird nest with these two sweet robin eggs. We moved the nest to a nearby bush, but I knew the mother bird was unlikely to return.
To make matters worse, I went to show off our little blue speckled treasures to some of Elyssa's playmates a few days later and the eggs were gone! Some nasty little critters must have snatched them. I was stunned and remorseful as I realized the consequences of my actions. Nick just laughed at me, but I can't get over the fact that I am a baby bird murder... or at least an accessory to murder. Nasty critters. Sigh.
3 comments:
Oh Chrissy! You are too sweet.
What a pretty nest. I'm sad for the birds. :-( You didn't mean to though.
Aaaawww. So sorry. Once I tried to rescue a monarch from a spider's web, but later I realized I had not only not saved the butterfly, but in robbing the spider of its meal, I was probably a spider murderer as well.
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