LAST WEEK, WHILE RAKING leaves off flowerbeds, I came across a bird nest in the grass. Nestled near a retaining wall, by a row of evergreens.
Inside, a pale blue egg lay in the center, next to the broken shell of another egg.
I didn’t touch anything, didn’t move or investigate, simply photographed. And pondered.
How did this nest, woven with such care and perfection by a bird’s beak, claws and body, end up upon the ground? I speculated that strong winds earlier in the day loosened the nest from the shelter of the neighbor’s evergreens. Or perhaps the nest dropped from the maple in our backyard.
Whatever the story, I felt a sense of sadness at the loss. I recognize the realities of the natural world. Of challenges and predators and unhappy endings.
And that is life. We can choose the materials to build our lives and weave in hopes and dreams, plans and goals. But then along comes a strong wind and, whoosh, just like that our carefully-crafted nests plummet to the earth and we find ourselves struggling, broken. Struggling to rebuild. Wondering why and how this happened. It is then that we need to reach deep inside, to connect with those who listen and care, to remember that we are not alone.
© Copyright 2021 Audrey Kletscher Helbling
Minnesota Prairie Roots 
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Thank you, Penny.
Love the photo! I sure wonder if mama will come back…doubtful though. So sad.
I don’t expect a return. I need to check if the nest is still there.
There is something so poignant about a nest that gets knocked out of its hiding place – those exposed eggs, the loss of a bird’s efforts.
Precisely. Poignant fits.
What a wonderful find and even better comparison to our life’s journeys.
Thank you, Paula. I just stepped outside to check on the nest. It’s exactly where I found it, photographed egg still intact.
Nature is interesting isn’t it. Your analogy of the nest and life is spot-on! You have a very caring heart !
Thank you, Jackie.