mother hen

I have had to force myself to focus on other, "more important", things, like family and tradition and kugel and yeast-less chocolate cake. This all resulted in a super lovely Passover seder. Now back to the birds.

Papa has returned. He is a robust bird, proud and protective. When I open up the slip cover, momma tends toward the skittish, but papa sits strong. I admire him much for this. Also, the egg is back in the nest. I'm not sure why I believe that 30 or so twigs loosely woven together somehow produces an enormous warmth, like a wool blanket hand knitted by your great grandmother, but I do. I am giddy at this update. I turn to my wife, "don't you want to see him?" She tells me to check the messages.

Without getting into detail, I have accomplished a good deal in my life. And my parents have always been supportive. But never before have I heard such unbridled, unconditional love in my mother's voice. The pride is palpable. She didn't even ask about her grandsons in the message. She wants to Skype with the nest so she can check "see baby pigeon" off her bucket list. Which is interesting, because I've been considering a web cam...