And just like that, the nest in our holiday wreath is deserted.
The parent birds are gone and the three little chicks have flown far, far away to start lives of their own.
Even still, I’ve been keeping an eye on the nest, hesitant to take the wreath down in case one or more of the family wants to come home, a small respite from a busy life, a place to catch your breath. But I’ve seen no activity.
Nothing at all.
When these guys leave, they leave and apparently, there is no turning back.
Yesterday I placed my camera above the wreath and this is what I saw.
It’s either an egg that didn’t make it, or a second attempt at a family that was later reconsidered.
In any event, it’s a haunting picture of potential lost in what was once a vibrant, but is now an empty home.
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