Finding Hope in New Life

We had a bird nest in a plant outside our front window. I don't know why, but I felt so attached to it. I researched to find out it was a house finch. I even named her. Charlotte seemed like a good name for a bird. Then Charlotte and Reginald (her "husband") had two little eggs in their nest. I was so excited, and I'm not even really sure why. But I longed for them to hatch. I just wanted to see new life I guess. Plus she was going to be a mommy of twins. :)

One day I found an egg on the ground beneath her nest. I was so sad. Why did she have to lose one of her babies? I peeked in the nest again to see if the other was still there. I was surprised to find three eggs in the nest. I guess she laid more. The next day I found another egg on the ground. The first two eggs didn't hatch. Maybe I'm over-relating, but I felt so sad for Charlotte. She lost her babies before they even hatched.

But Charlotte did get to hatch some eggs. The second two hatched, and we named them Royce and Abigail. :) Aren't they cute in a rat-bird kind of way?

Even though I'm not ready to try to have another baby yet, I loved seeing Charlotte get her rainbow babies. In a small way, they are like my rainbows too. They brought me peace and calm after my storm. The baby birds grew up fast, and now all the birds are gone, but I keep the nest there to remind me of the joy and hope I felt when I first saw those new little lives.