I love birds. So much that I have them in almost every room in the house.
|A few birds in the Living Room.|
Tyler loves the birds too. He thinks these white birds are a "momma and her babies."
Here is another bird .
|A bird in the boys' bathroom.|
Over the last few weeks Tyler has become more and more fascinated with the birds. I have noticed him on a chair looking at them several times. And then I started finding this....
Everyday, many times a day, I am finding the bird from the bathroom sitting on the shelf in the living room. A pattern is developing. Each time I take the brown bird back to the bathroom and put the stepping ladder the culprit left behind away - just to find Mr. Brown bird back in the living room a couple of hours later.
When I asked Tyler why he kept moving the brown bird he would just say,"I think him likes it a lot better in here..."
As usual, the birds were moved again this morning. And I moved them back. However, this time when Tyler saw me moving the bird he burst into tears.
"NO Momma!! The Daddy bird wants to stay in here with the mom and babies. Daddies are supposed to be with mom's and babies...not all alone!"
And I saw his concern for that Daddy bird. And all that it means to him. And my heart broke for my little baby bird - for his broken heart, for his shattered world and all he has to face. And I knew he was right. Daddy birds are supposed to be with Mommy and baby birds.
And so for now...this is how the birds will stay.