This morning was literally perfect: sunny, breezy and quiet. Chris and I sat on the front porch of our little beach place. We sipped coffee and talked for the first time all week. There was just one problem.
Freaking chirping birds…..lots of them…and they were LOUD.
Hear them here.
We have been watching this family all summer. They started building a nest around Memorial Day and two weeks ago the chicks hatched.
Now our quiet porch is not so much.
Chris looked up at the tiny chicks with their mouths gaping wide and at the mom and dad birds flitting in and out with worms in their mouth and mused.
“We could have taken that nest down a long time ago…now we are stuck with it?”
I was confused. “Why?”
“If we take it down now, the chicks will die. We have to wait till they learn to fly.”
It really struck me as a metaphor for life.
You build a nest. It gets noisy, dirty and at times, almost unbearable. But, you are committed. You are in for the long haul.
So, rock on the porch, sip your coffee and learn to hear the birdsong as the beautiful song it is and not the enemy of the quiet you crave.
Before you know it, those chicks will get their wings and you will be left with a silent porch and loads of crap to clean up.