Thursday, August 04, 2005

Empty and Chirpless


It will hardly shock anyone for me to admit that I didn't post the above photo for its artistic merit. Some photos are simply record shots. They denote an event for whatever it's worth.


This one simply reveals (well, if you squint studiously, it might reveal) three little sparrows on our lawn. I'm pretty darn sure, by both their number and their in-flight wobbliness, that they are none other than our very own grandbirds. They are learning to fly and to forage for themselves, which must be of mighty relief to their overworked but doughty parents.


Me? I already miss the little blighters. Out of habit, I keep casting my glance to the birdhouse, but it stands empty and chirpless.


It reminds me, although I barely require it at this stage, that life moves constantly and inexorably onward. We all begin our existence microscopically before breathing independently and finally gasping our last. Their spans are much shorter than ours, but just as they live one hundred percent of their lives, so do and so must we.


 

4 comments:

Valerie - Riding Solo said...

Fish gotta swim, etc...sorry to see you lose the grand birds so soon.

More next year!

Heather said...

Good-bye little birds. Even your blog-family will miss you. We watched you grow up, we oohed and aahed over the pictures. So quickly you've grown and left the nest. Come back to visit once you're finished worm-catching college.

Loner said...

Truer words were never spoken - things just keep changing and we just strive to catch up!

Christi said...

Okay, so now will they go off on their own, or will they come to live in the birdhouse with the 'rents? It does seem to be the way to go these days, staying home forever, right?