The nuthatch parents are busy feeding 4
fledgling nuthatches. The whole family comes to the bird branch I
have installed on my deck. My sweetie can't remember the name of this
bird, so he calls it “the upside-down bird.” Even the very
young birds think nothing of perching upside-down or hopping
downwards on the bird branch, head-first.
Every once in a while, I put a handful
of sunflower hearts (the plain seed without a shell) on the railing.
The parents grab one or a beakful of the seeds to feed the nearby
child who is crying hungrily.
The nuthatch teenagers are slightly larger
than their parents now, with roundish bodies and Asian eyes. They
shudder their wings and call plaintively to their parents, “Feed
me. Feed me.” Food is inches away from them, but they do not
recognize sunflower seeds as food yet. The parents patiently pick up
a seed and drop it into a nearby open mouth.
I feel impatient with the
young birds, but the parent nuthatches seem to know the developmental
stage of their children.
Impatience is such a useless emotion.
Life is unfolding as it is unfolding. I cannot hurry the process or
the person (or the nuthatch) along.
Patience my dear. The nuthatches are a
joy to watch.
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