When Life is Paused
Forks clanked noisily to their plates as bare feet scampered across the floor and out the door, their mouths too full with food to squeal.
The moment we’d been awaiting for 10 days finally happened.
The nest we’d been fostering, unknowingly for some time, now housed a family. The incubation period was over, our robin’s eggs had hatched!
I watched the flesh stretched across these nascent babies wrinkle as their mouths released yawns their eyes couldn’t yet see. They were as small as my finger, some only hours old. They nestled, flesh against flesh, as if the shells that contained their frames never existed.
Their world was one I’d never stopped to consider.