An Easter Wreath
A Bird’s nest ON my front door.
The other morning I was rushing around and heard a knock on the front door. My goodness “who could that be on a school morning so early?” I thought. I opened the door, no one, and quickly dismissed it. “Probably just the neighbor’s children who frequently come to visit … and also frequently run and hide once I open the door.”
I didn’t give it a second thought until the next morning when I heard the same sound again. This time I listened a bit closer. It wasn’t a knocking sound at all, and it certainly didn’t sound like a child playing a trick, but it did sound like my wreath that hangs from our front door being jostled around. Was someone trying to move it, or take it? More power to them. It is a bit worn, and could probably use replacing, but since we rarely go through our front door, it never crosses my mind. This time, instead of quickly opening the front door, I put my eye to the peep hole. What I saw amazed and delighted me. It wasn’t a visitor at all, or a child or even a delivery. It was a tiny family of what appeared to be finches, Mr. and Mrs. Finch to be exact, and they were diligently and painstakingly taking up residence in MY front door wreath.
What a beautiful and sweet sign that spring was thriving around us — the hope for new life and a growing Finch family. These little birds have been back each day slowly and carefully building their new home out of fallen tree pollen and mulch shavings, in the tattered berry and grape vine wreath that faithfully adorns our front door. I couldn’t have asked for a prettier Easter addition, and front seat teaching tool.
My girls now run to peer out the peep hole at the first sound of activity. They long to see the tiny birds nesting at our door, and I can only hope that the Finch Family stays long enough for us all to see eggs appear and new little baby birds crack their way out into this world.