This morning as I was contemplating my review of ‘Stop Kiss’, Clint peers from behind the courtyard doors and informs me that the nest in the nest in our Star Jasmine, which only yesterday had four baby birds was sadly, empty.
I first thought this was one of Clint’s jokes, you know the kind that gets your spouse all riled up and then you break into laughter and marvel at how clever you are to have pulled a fast one. Not so this time unfortunately.
The bird’s nest is indeed empty. Not an egg shell or piece of fur remains.
Listen to Clint and Loni discuss the bird mystery:
Just as suddenly as the nest and four eggs were discovered, the mother bird, along with the baby birds are gone. As much as I’d like to believe the baby birds learned how to fly and flew away, it seems very unlikely as they were only hatched about five days ago.
Not the conclusive, climatic ending I would have liked to have to this story, but much of life’s happenings ends this way no?
