There are robins trying to build a nest under the eaves of our front porch. I say “trying” because my husband is trying to stop them by sweeping the nest to the ground. He had been checking for eggs and there were none there. He thinks our porch is too noisy a place for a robin family.
The male and female robin do not care. Noisy or not, unhelpful human or not, this is clearly where they’ve decided to build their nest and the female is large with her eggs. You can almost feel the desperation as they build faster and faster, needing to finish in time.
My husband last swept the nest away yesterday evening and I went outside this morning, twelve hours later, to see it intact once again. I sat outside with my coffee as they went back and forth with material above my head. I told Andrew to let them be, since I am now worried that they will not stop trying and I want them to be able to build this nest and have their babies. I don’t like seeing them so desperate.
There are so many articles about the balm that nature is during this time when we are isolated in our homes and these robins are part of my nature experience. I am also following two cardinals who are likely the two cardinals who visit Andrew’s bird feeders, although they are also frustrated since we have run out of seed. But they keep returning, hoping the strange giving animal will eventually remember that they are there.
My life has become so different that it is reassuring to see robins nesting and cardinals feeding, reassuring to know that some creatures’ lives have not been disrupted in their rhythms. Perhaps it is because its rhythms are unchanging that nature is found to be soothing to humans. Humans: the one creature that often desperately seeks change and not natural rhythms. As we’re pushed back into our natural rhythms, will we learn?
“And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” T.S.Eliot