I have spend the last few weeks watching a nest of three tiny barn swallows perched high in the eaves of my covered front porch. The building of the nest. The sitting on the eggs. The feeding of the hatchlings. Weeks of watching and waiting. At times I worried that these three little bodies would fall from the overcrowded nest. I stared in wonder as the tiny heads tilted back with mouths agape waiting for food from their parents and screeching for more.
This morning I grabbed my coffee and went to watch. But, there was nothing to see. No little heads bobbing out of the nest. I felt anxiety creep in. Then, I saw them. Soaring in large loops and zooming through the pillars of the porch with still a touch of fuzz on their heads.
In the words of Bob Marley’s song, Three Little Birds: don’t worry about a thing, ’cause every little thing is gonna be all right.
