The Bird as he was yesterday

So much rain. It's good for the garden, of course, but it makes getting a picture of the bird more difficult. The mother yells at me now when I come near, which I think is a good sign. I suppose the longer the investment the more the fretting. In the beginning she didn't seem to care at all what I did. I must say, I'm sort of envious of the bird mothering life. You lay some eggs. They hatch, or don't. The infant grows obviously with each worm. And then you shove them out and they fly off to carry on with their own lives. As opposed to the incredible time and investment with human children who, even when they are twelve, walk around stepping on your heels and pestering you for stuff.

I guess I'm not really jealous. There are consolations that come with the care and management of a human child. They do eventually grow up, though not so quickly, and hopefully contribute something of value to the human experience. Or let others contribute to them, which isn't quite such the same kind of consolation.

Anyway, I had better get a move on with the day. Lots of sick children, lots of stuff to organize and sort out, lots of Facebook to scroll through. Pip pip.