Mother bird landed on the branch of an oak tree and weaved the final touches into her nest. Each piece fit perfectly together, creating a neat, soft bed to bear her eggs.
Grateful, she sang, her song reached the ears of the humans gathered below and resonated with the birds perching in the neighboring trees.
Although beautiful, the song is fueled by the pain and failure of her previous nest.
Just like this one, mother bird weaved a perfect nest that was nestled between forking branches in the full brush of the tree. Her eggs were laid and her warmth covered them.
Huddled over the eggs, she sang a song full of joyous cries that moved the other mother birds to sing their own. In harmony, they joined voices and filled the air with their voices.
The song, however, was abruptly cut short when father bird returned as he squawked with rage. His strong wing pushed mother bird away, leaving the young eggs cold and vulnerable.
Mother bird cried out, demanding father bird to stop. Once again, the other mother birds heard her cries and joined in, hoping to protect the fragile eggs containing the offspring.
Gripping the edges of the nest with talons, father bird harshly pushed the air beneath him and raised himself and the nest high into the air. He reached heights well above the green of the tree.
Violent winds rustled the leaves and drowned out the motherly sobs. Mother bird stretched out her wings to bear the high speeds of the wind.
She cried louder and louder and began her own ascension to save her nest and the eggs within it. It took all her might, and if it hadn't been for the wind, she would have made it in time.
She exited the shaking leaves and watched the nest drop past her. Mother bird dove in an attempt to save them.
The winds came to a halt, and down on the earth was the aftermath of what had once been her hope. The eggs were broken and scattered, and the nest was covered with what had been inside them.
Father bird departed while grief struck mother bird. She landed next to the nest, observing what it had become. Her wails rang out, but none joined her. The nest was hers to grieve alone.