‘At long last, bicoastal birdies come home to roost’
It had been 599 days since I had last hugged my Mom. And, gosh-darn it, I wasn’t going to let another momless, hugless day go by. I zoomed one last time — in an airplane instead of on a screen — and got myself out to Vancouver, Washington, where my Mom was settling into her new nest.
The newly-hitched Child dragged herself away from her (sounds so weird to say it) husband to join us. And, bless her, she handled everything: Air bnb, car rental, the works. Once we got there, she even did an InstaCart. All I had to do was be where she said to be at the time she said to be there.
Our visit did not disappoint. In addition to multiple sessions of much-anticipated hugging, it was packed with Scrabble (I managed to win a game!), Cubs games, gabfests and even some Corner Gas (Canada’s answer to Seinfeld).
Favorite Sister Laura had us all over for a backyard barbecue, which was, of course, amazing. And in more ways than one. While Best Bro-in-Law Dave was working his grilling magic, Laura showed us a nest that a robin had constructed in the wreath on her front door. (See photo at the top of this post.) Laura has an eye and a talent for interior decoration, so at first we all thought she had constructed the wreath/nest as a stylish accent.
“No, no!” she insisted. “The nest is real.” (Even Dave was fooled. “Come on, you can tell me,” he whispered to me as I ferried a glass of wine to him grillside, “Laura made that nest. Right?“)
Nope. Laura didn’t make the nest. But she and the rest of her brood sure made the evening special.
Next day, it was more flying. For The Child and I as well as the birds. We JetBlued back to the East Coast to be able to greet Nephew Alex and his family, whom I hadn’t hugged in 713 days.
They — Alex, Kathleen, and their three beyond-adorable little girls — have been visiting us on or about Memorial Day since Cora, the oldest, who is nine, was crawling around in diapers.
We too played loads of games (it rained all weekend) and, oddly enough, also had an up close and personal bird encounter. The aforementioned rain, plus chilly temperatures, meant that the purple martin colony at the South Fork Natural History Museum needed human help. Rain and cold mean no flying insects. And no flying insects means no food for the martins.
We loaded ourselves into two cars and headed off to help. At SoFo, we took matters into our own hands — literally. We tossed chilled-but-alive crickets (chilled so they can’t hop away, poor things) into the air, where the starving martins swooped in, snapped them up and ate them mid-flight.
There was one stunned, very weak, martin we fed with tweezers until she was strong enough to fly away.
Eventually, the skies cleared, the sun shone, the kids played outside — and it was time to say good-bye.
Just as they drove off, I got a West Coast nesting update from my sister. Not only had my Mom settled in nicely, so had Mrs. Robin.
Amagansett, New York. June 2021
8 thoughts on “Nesting Instinct”
Looks like fab visits – so happy you all were able to gather. Say hi to the family!
I will indeed say hi for you, Colleen! I’m still pinching myself that I got to see so many people—from both sides of the family—and all in one week!
Loved the pictures! You all look great!
Thank you, Ruth. We had an amazing time. Mom’s new place is quiet and cozy and has so many windows. Beautiful grounds with many walking paths. Can hardly wait to go back!
So glad you made the trip to see Mom’s new digs! The tree looks like a white dogwood to me … popular tree here!
Thanks, Engred. You are, no doubt, right about the tree. Our Eastern dogwoods look quite different (flatter blooms) so I was fooled.
Beautiful stories. Amazing robin mommy!
Thank you! That nest was truly wonderful. You could see her building it through the glass in the door!