A few weeks ago I noticed that the nest built right above the lights for our cars' garage had been occupied by some new little baby birds. I can just barely see their little eyes peering down from the nest. My husband does not want to ruin their home, so he has postponed changing the light bulbs in those lamps above which the nest was built.

Recently I've been seeing great activity. And I hear sweet chirping when I get out of my car. I don't know what is going on for sure. There are two small birds (by googling it, I think they are barn swallows) that keep flying around. They swoop very close to me sometimes. I thought perhaps they were the new ones learning to fly. But now I think they are the parents because I see the top of the head of one of the birdlings still just sitting up there calmly in the nest. In the poem, I imagine this little one waking to his parents' song each morning and wondering about the world he is about to see. I sure love seeing these birds each day! Sure wish they were as excited to see me!!