I was going to share my fish taco recipe today. But I'm feeling nauseous and can't really talk about fish tacos because it makes me gag, and no, I'm not pregnant. Warning to the single ladies: Once you get married, you can no longer have a tummy ache. Someone will always suggest it's pregnancy. And then you'll have to remind said someone that you've only been married seven months and aren't ready for babies yet. Then they'll ask when you think you'll start "trying." And then you'll do you best to change the subject. It's just the way things are going to go for a while.
But, as an alternative to fish tacos, I will update you on the bird that has built its nest on our front door arrangement and flown into our living room twice. Pretty much the bird's second visit was a repeat of the first event, but the second time ended with Ty batting it out the front door with a broom. Pretty good swing for a swimmer.
Since the bird's second visit, I've made sure to make a lot of noise and give the door an extra shake when I open it. We're idiots if this bird flies into our house for a third time, so giving the bird a little heads up that we're about to open the door seems like a good solution until we can remove the nest.
I opened the door yesterday and saw something new.
That little blue egg changes everything. It's sort of teetering on the edge of the nest, which makes me very nervous.
Now, I can't remove the nest.
Now, I can't make noise and shake the door when I open it to alert the bird, which means there will probably be a third visit to our living room.
Now, I will feel like a jerk if this little egg ends up scrambled on the threshold of my front door.
Now, I must check daily to make sure this little egg makes it to full term (not sure if that's how birds refer to their egg's hatching, but you know what I mean).
Now, I'm thinking of putting a sign on the door similar to one of those "shh ... baby sleeping" to let the mailman know to be gentle when he inserts our mail in the mail slot. For heaven's sake, there is a robin's egg on my front door!
Now, I'm wondering what happens when the egg hatches. Will there be a baby bird living in my door for several more weeks? Will it chirp a lot?
Now, I won't be able to get a new wreath for spring.
Now, you're all thinking this is the most thought ever put into a robin's egg and wish I'd just written about fish tacos.