Yesterday Evan, Aaron and I spent some 'quality' time on the couch
watching three blue jays and a beautiful male cardinal eating at
the bird feeders in the front garden... then suddenly we saw a
large hawk swoop down and land in the field right beside the
garden... there was a big black crow who was seemingly very angry darting at it... then another and then
yet another and another... I don't know where they came from all
of a sudden. The neighbors across the road have very dense woods
filled with enormous pine trees, which is where the crows like to
nest. The hawk just stood in the field hoping around a bit as the
crows darted and swooped down at it... after several minutes of
this the hawk took flight... so gracefully and quickly, then
darted away. I told the boys I am sure the hawk probably stole
one of the crows babies right out of a nest... Evan was quite
dismayed by this thought... after all he is only four and in his
young mind he was imaging someone taking him out of 'our nest' and
how awful that would be... To say the least Aaron was very
intrigued with the whole affair, but quickly wanted to get back at
his toys on the floor. Evan being a little 'deeper' wanted to
still watch the blue jays and cardinal. I explained to him that
that is the way it is in nature, survival of the fittest. I did
reassure him that he was fine and so was our 'nest'...
Our nest... what a sweet thought, especially to a little child... one who needs security, tenderness and love. I love our nest and the peacefulness of it... I love living in the country and the quietness of life all around... but I do truly enjoy the break of silence when the boys are tearing around the yard playing cowboy and Indian... racing down the dirt road in their go-cart... laughing in the tree tops ~ literally... the crack of the bat... but not the glass window :-) ~ yeah, there's been that too... then there's been some other noises coming from mom... well such is life with a family of five boys and an oldest daughter who likes to be a tom boy sometimes...
My hearts prayer is that while we are here on this earth, that 'our nest' will make memories for our children... ones of joy, laughter and happiness amid the normal everyday stuff of life...
Until next time,
Jean
Our nest... what a sweet thought, especially to a little child... one who needs security, tenderness and love. I love our nest and the peacefulness of it... I love living in the country and the quietness of life all around... but I do truly enjoy the break of silence when the boys are tearing around the yard playing cowboy and Indian... racing down the dirt road in their go-cart... laughing in the tree tops ~ literally... the crack of the bat... but not the glass window :-) ~ yeah, there's been that too... then there's been some other noises coming from mom... well such is life with a family of five boys and an oldest daughter who likes to be a tom boy sometimes...
My hearts prayer is that while we are here on this earth, that 'our nest' will make memories for our children... ones of joy, laughter and happiness amid the normal everyday stuff of life...
Until next time,
Jean
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