A year and a half was way too long to be gone. I've returned to budlheas on steroids...huge, everywhere, and even growing out of my stone walls and all along the road in front of the house.
My Mother's Day was spent attacking the budlheas out on the land around the barn, lavoir and wagon. Pruning away I discovered what looked like a huge piece of moss. It turned out to be a beautifully constructed nest. I'm always tempted to scoop them up, but I first looked inside. I gently removed a leaf, to discover 5 pale blue eggs. I immediately regretted touching anything. I continued to just prune around it and then moved on to the other spots. Back after lunch time, I brought my camera. It looked to me like there was another leaf back in place, but as I looked closer at the zoomed photo I realized something special was happening:
I zoomed one more shot, but then my heart melted in a peep, hairless body, closed eyes, and...
All I could think was: "Oh sweetie, I'm not your Mother."
I pray: for her return; that they are protected enough from the huge birds of prey that fly overhead regularly; that I haven't been only a disruptive force; and, that sometime during our four months here I might see my little guy hanging from a bird ball on the terrace.
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