Some of you may remember the pigeons that built a nest, laid their eggs, hatched their eggs and successfully brought up their chick all on our patio last year.
Well this year we had a pair of wagtails nest on our patio. About a month ago the eggs hatched and we watched these wagtail parents nurture their three chicks. You cannot believe how hard the parents have to work to keep three mouths fed. The parents seemed to be constantly flying in and out of the nest bringing fresh worms and bugs for their babies. And the chicks were flourishing.
Then a couple of weeks ago my sister and I sat in the lounge and watched as the chicks took their first flight out of the nest. There was a huge kurfluffle as a few of them flow into our glass sliding door, but they seemed to be doing okay. Until DeffTTC came into the lounge and said that our resident Butcher Bird had one of the chicks and its wagtail parents were trying to fight off the butcher bird. We went outside to see what was happening to find one chick dead on the floor and the Butcher Bird with another chick in a tree.
In the end none of the chicks survived. I cried and cried. It really crushed my heart thinking what those parents had been through only to lose all three of their babies.
Somehow those chicks came to represent our three embies from our failed cycle. The embies we went through so much to produce and worked so hard nurture. Yet our embies died.
And now two weeks later can you believe that those wagtails are back in the same nest sitting on a new batch of eggs. And we are starting to produce our new batch of eggs.
I guess what I’m saying is that hope helps to heal the heart and keeps us going. I have so much hope for this cycle.