last night i had a dream

The details are totally foggy, as details in dreams often are, right? The only thing I can remember are the birds. There were our birds, the momma bird with her dark, exotic feathers, the father bird with his gorgeous blond locks and the two eggs. Except in my dream the birds had nested in a sort of interior air shaft - you New Yorkers know the type, that weird four foot square of space that separates your bedroom "window" from your neighbors - and instead of two grown birds there were three.

I was really worried about the birds, in my dream, because it seemed like too small of a space for so many birds and I wasn't sure who exactly that third bird was - a second wife? a mistress? a mother-in-law? All I knew was that where my quiet, serene little nest once stood there was a sort of pigeon Penn Station, birds coming in and out. And those little eggs seemed terribly precarious and particularly precious and the big oaf birds weren't paying them nearly as much attention as I wanted.

I woke up, sometime around 7AM, to the sound of laughing children, giggling at those things that make the unencumbered giggle, and busying themselves with things like toast and dancing and blocks. From time to time there would be a gentle pause, the peak in an upswing of joy, and to my proud ears would float a tender phrase, "Hi birdie."




For those of you counting, and please, who hasn't yet marked it on their calendar?, we are as few as three days out from our first baby bird. Stay tuned.