Disappointed

Today as I was going out front with the ladder to wash windows, I thought I should check on the progress of our mockingbird nest in the neighbors palm. Last time we checked there were three little eggs. I was distressed when I could not locate it. I had wondered why they had not seemed very attentive lately.

Then I remembered a conversation I had previously with that same neighbor before I realized we could look at the nest from our side of the fence. What a mistake that was. I asked him a couple of weeks ago if we could come into his yard because we were so excited to see the nest that had been built there. I told him how excited we were that the birds had used some of our yarn and sticks, and that we enjoyed watching the progress.

"Oh, that's what all that racket has been," he said.

The nest seemed pretty sturdy to me, and my suspicion is that he knocked the nest down, which makes me not like him very much anymore. I didn't tell Emma. I knew she would be sad and wonder, as I did, why would someone do that?