a birth story | a short story

She watched from the treetops.  She watched from the wire.  She incubated and fussed. And yet, despite her greatest efforts, three eggs hatched but only two survived.  I know they are just birds, and God has all of them numbered, but it still makes me sad.

Also, aren’t they the cutest little bald things you ever did see?!

baby birds

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