When I was 12, a bird tried to nest in my hair.
I am not joking, nor am I being dramatic. As a kid my hair was always really long. During junior high I got into a habit of putting it into a tight bun as soon as I got out of the shower. It stayed wet all day, and looked terrible but I didn’t realize this until I was much older. One day I was walking around the San Diego Zoo with my family and I reached back to re-tie my bun. Much to my horror, a bird flew out of my hair.
Some of you are thinking- “There’s no way that happened.” Well, it did. And, even worse, it wasn’t the only time. Several years later during my days selling charmed bracelets at Fashion Island, a huge bird landed on my head. I screamed–causing several odd and judgmental glances from the Newport Beach shoppers. Ever since then I’ve hated birds almost as much as I hate squirrels.
This past week though, there have been several blessed arrivals outside our apartment windows. Three nests have appeared around various trees in our yard. Mama bluebirds dart to and fro, as their babies squawk and cry for food and attention. I have not been able to stop craning my neck as I try to catch a glimpse of their brood. This morning I left all the windows open to listen for their chirps. “I want to see them sooooo badly!” I exclaimed to Jonathan. “I have an idea,” he replied. “Let’s get a rock and knock them out of the tree.” I shot him the look of death after that suggestion.
Despite my enthusiastic attempts, I’ve not gotten a good view yet of my bird babies. I probably won’t. Those mamas are way smart and settle their families in places that even tall people like me cannot reach. But what I’ve loved almost as much as hearing their high pitched cries is the fact that I’ve noticed them. In the midst of running in and out of our apartment, juggling party plans and work event and all the rest of life’s distractions, I have a little glimpse at nature that most days I miss. For the three years we’ve lived here, I’ve never paid attention to birds nesting. But now that I’ve heard their cries, I can’t help but smile at the little miracles of God’s creation.