Bird's Nest Update.

[fenderlove]

I've got sad news yet again. This morning we had another large lightning storm. For the second time in two years, our phone blew up (it was the one electronic item we forgot to unplug), but none of our computers or such got ruined this time...

Normally, during storms, because the wind is pretty violent, we bring in the wreath from the front door, but since the bird's nest was in it and the mother robin had just returned and was chirping and settled, we decided it might be best not to disturb the wreath for fear of dislodging the nest. The wind whipped up so badly that the robin flew off, and we decided that we should try to bring the wreath in nest and all. Unfortunately, by the time I got to it, the nest had been blown to the ground, and the little egg was broken.

Just a little while ago, the robin came back. She flew around the window, hopped around the nest on the ground (the rain had washed the remains of the egg away), and then sat on the railing of our stoop, looking at the window where the wreath had been. She flew off again, and now she's back yet again. She's sitting on the door knob, chirping. It sounds heartbreaking. I know it's just a bird, but I feel awful. Why did it have to storm today?

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[fenderlove.livejournal.com]

I keep telling myself that even if she had built her nest in one of our trees that it still could have fallen out in the storm or been hit by lightning (one of our trees was struck during the storm today) or carried off by the multitude of squirrels, but I just wish I had gone outside sooner even though it was just as likely that I could have dropped the nest when I moved the wreath or something like that and then I would feel worse than I do now. :(