For three years in a row the Cardinals have returned to this place to build their nest. From my kitchen window I watch as they painstakingly weave bits of twigs and string into a safe bed for little ones. When the work is completed, she lays her eggs, and then comes the long wait.
Day after day I watch as she patiently sits, keeping her unborn babies warm and protected. The nest is tucked deep inside a hanging planter on our porch. I think it a wise choice until I see how it is buffeted by the wind. Some days I wonder how she remains so steadfast as the planter swings wildly back and forth. She leaves only for brief periods - to eat and take care of necessary things I suppose.
I lost track of the time, but a few days ago I saw little heads, mouths opened wide, barely peeking above the rim. Now the real work begins - the unending trips back and forth to feed hungry little bellies. Papa steps in to help, and they devote themselves to the care of their precious babies…
Please come visit Laced With Grace. I'll be there with the rest of this little devotional.
Blessings,
Linda
