May 4, 2007

• My neighbor has her granddaughter and one of her little friends at her house for a couple days. Tonight while I was out front dead-heading the tulips, the two young girls came over to my yard and said, "There's a bird and a nest inside grandma's mailbox".  Pretty soon my neighbor motioned for me to come over to her brick mailbox and listen to see if I heard anything. We kind of . . . sort of . . . thought we could hear the peeping of baby birds when we opened up the mailbox . . . but there was no nest in sight, nor any birds in sight. We tried to convince the girls that they were just hearing the echo of the birds outside as they chirped. I went back to dead-heading and finally went into the house for the evening, busying myself for the next half hour documenting on the computer the plants I've put in the yard this week. DING DONG. Imagine my surprise when I opened the door and there was my neighbor and the two little girls, and one of them was holding a tiny TINY baby bird. It was smaller than the last joint of my little finger.  The girls had found the baby underneath the lid to the mailbox. It was wiggling and very much alive. There was the smallest of cracks between the metal and the mortar, which doesn't look large enough to allow ANY bird to enter, but evidently that's where the mamma bird gained entrance. The granddaughter looked up at her grandma and me and said, "See, I told you."

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