Travels with a Baby Bird

Last week, my Baby Bird and I went driving all over tarnation looking at schools she (we) might want to attend. By the way, what in tarnation does tarnation mean? I think it means all the paved roads. Tar Nation; get it? But I digress. We were really in Virginia. Since Virginia is one state I haven't attempted to study in yet, I think I will really like it there once we get all settled in. I'm working on Augie now, so we can all be close, but he really likes Pennsylvania.

Anyway, believe it or not, my Bird is not a morning bird. Have you ever heard of such nonsense from a sixteen-year-old? She does her best to humor me, but I can see right through her. So basically, I entertain myself with a variety of soliloquies about the beautiful blooming trees we pass (they were gorgeous, and one reason I love Virginia is that spring seems to come nice and early). Other times I have to entertain myself are when she is listening to her i-pod. I generally sing opera arias then. This picture is a garden at a sorority house in Williamsburg. Can't you just see us there?

So, we fast forward to last night. I have this dream I want to analyze:

I wake up in my bed to the sound of chirping baby birds. I have a potted evergreen tree near a large window that a bird has nested in, and her eggs have hatched overnight. I hurriedly open the window so the mother can go get food for her screaming babies. She returns, feeds them, and repeats this many times. Finally, I go downstairs to tell Squazz all about our new family members.

Then I immediately begin to worry about how we are going to make sure that they can fledge safely from their cozy home.

All our babies have to fledge. It seems to be weighing heavily on this Mama's mind these days. Godspeed to all our baby birds.