The Day Before the Empty Nest
WE HAVE FLEDGED! Four baby phoebes!
When I was coming in the back door with Maisie this morning, I noticed a baby phoebe perched on the edge of the nest, looking rather competent and alert, and I thought, “I should take a picture of them before they’re gone.” So I went in and got the camera, and when I held it up to take the photo, four little feathery rockets launched off the the nest and sailed over to the vegetable garden. I guess they’ve had enough of me. I have, admittedly, been absolutely the worst sort of stage mother, and they’ve obviously had enough!
So, here is a retrospective of our little darlings’ careers to date. If I knew how to add music to the blog, I would add something maudlin and sickly sweet. Imagine the Carpenters singing “We’ve Only Just Begun,” ** as you view these adorable baby pictures.
**My junior high school Home Ec teacher played “We’ve Only Just Begun” during the fashion show featuring dreadful sewing projects that we were forced to put on (in all possible permutations of that phrase) for our mothers. I have practically broken out in hives every time I’ve heard that blasted song ever since.
I always referred to this class with great resentment, as “Home Ick,” and I begged and pleaded to be allowed to take shop or mechanical drawing or art instead. My pleas went unanswered, because it was the 1970s; girls were forced to take Home Ec, and weren’t allowed to take shop or mechanical drawing. (We were also forced to wear skirts or dresses, and the allowable height above the knee was strictly regulated by ruler in the principal’s office. Offenders whose skirts were too high above the ground were sent home to change. The bra regulation was also strictly enforced, whether a girl actually needed one or not (many of the girls did not–this public school housed grades 6-8.). A suspected offender would be sent to the principal’s office and forced to jump up and down while the male principal stared at her chest in order to determine whether or not she was wearing a bra.) Thank god(dess) for the changes wrought by the Feminist Movement!
But I digress. Now, to the stirring, imaginary strains of “We’ve Only Just Begun,” enjoy the our baby phoebes.