Do birds suffer from a broken heart?

I ponder on my treacherous act as I recollect my actions that warranted this bird to stand still at my balcony. I think I topped the list of the cruellest beings on earth today.

I woke up this morning in good spirit, causing me to finally clean up my balcony I had abandoned for months. To my utmost annoyance, I realised a family of birds had taken up residence in a small corner and have been living rent free. Well, I have been aware of their presence for a while now as they are an adjunct to my alarm awakening me every morning, but today, I came face to face with how comfortable they made themselves.

There were 2 nests, 2 well made nests housing 2 eggs. I didn’t think twice, I just wanted to rid myself of the pile of sticks and droppings that now decorated my balcony floor and so with my gear intact- bin bag wrapped feet, masked nose and gloved hands-I began cleaning what was once home to those 2 eggs. I wiped and scrubbed the floor ensuring no belongings of my now ex-co-tenants were left.

All day, I was proud of my feat, my success in finally ridding my self of the pile of dirt. However, this was short lived as mother birdie returned and doesn’t want to leave. My pride turned into regret and now, I feel pity and a bit sad-sad for mother bird because I have taken away what she so tenderly protected and hid in a place she thought was safe. No note left, no prior notice given. What was this morning, isn’t anymore. All she laboured for was wiped off in a few hours.

Now I wonder, Is she mad at me? Is she sad? Is her heart broken or Is she just confused?

Nevertheless, birdie got me thinking and I desired to blog about it. She came back to what she built and what she loved (though it’s no longer there), and so, I too have returned to what I created and what I love-my blog!