Two nests have emptied at our house lately. The titmouse that lived in a bird house near the back deck had three hungry chicks to feed, and now she has none. We watched her raise her babies and help them fledge. Sometimes I would whistle for them when she was out scavenging to just see their naked heads peep through the hole in anticipation of a good meal. That mommy bird must be so proud to know that her babies are grown and ready to take on the world.
I know just how she feels. My firstborn donned a cap and gown and graduated from high school a few weeks ago, then celebrated his 18th birthday yesterday. He is off to conquer the world with his charm and brilliance, but will forever be my sweet little boy.