Friday, May 18, 2007

Thank Goodness

As my kiddos and I were pulling into the driveway I saw a horrible site lying on the side of the road. A small ball of fluff that was colored a beautiful blue. It was...a papa bluebird. In a split second I became concerned for the mama and her babies. Who was going to feed them? Will she leave the nest when he doesn't come back? Will she go get food? Will she sit in her birdhouse and starve? I decided to just let it go and let God be in charge. If he's concerned about sparrows I'm sure he cares about the bluebirds, too.

I did, however, say out loud, "Oh no!" Isaiah said, "What? What happened?" I said, "'s the papa bluebird...he was hit by a car." I braced for the crying and emotional distress I assumed was coming. There was emotional distress all right but, not quite what I expected. Isaiah said in a very tearful and upset voice/yell, "Mama, you scared me half to death. I thought you were going to say it was a fox or something like that!" Apparently Isaiah was willing to part with the papa bluebird but heaven forbid a fox get shmucked in front of our house.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

as I sit oceans away reading this I'm laughing quite loudly...

Maybe someone (not me) should call Ed from Wild Birds store to see if we should feed them something special now that a mate's down.

Glad to hear Isaiah wasn't too crushed. Those foxes are harder to replace.

-papa rolli