birdies in the hedgehog
We discovered an active swallow’s nest,
which Marmalade says looks like a hedgehog,
stuck on the ceiling in the ruin, our new habitation,
with three baby birdies that occasionally pop their heads out.
The parents nervously fly in and circle,
once crashing into each other in their panic on seeing us;
but occasionally they forget their fear and enter their nest to feed their young.
At first we were a bit concerned that the wouldn’t land with us here,
so we would leave the space when they repeatedly tried to enter;
but I’m happy to report that they have normalized to our presence a bit,
and now spend more time here while we were here.
(Upon arrival, I had said “I miss our garden balcony,”
a magical space inhabited not only by the flowers and fruits planted,
but frequented by a steady stream of pollinators,
and earlier this Spring, a family of blackbirds,
(funnily, one of the young flopped inside
and scuttled down the hallway during flight lessons),
and afterwards, in the same nest, a family of sparrows.
I missed having a place to call home, even temporarily.
But by evening, seeing all the creatures occupying this ruin,
I felt quite at home again.)
I enjoy camping, real unplugged camping,
because the outside world becomes your living room,
and all sorts of creatures come to visit.
The last time we had been camping was July 2014,
in Rote Wald, an old growth forest in Steirmark, Austria.
Upon waking and unzipping the tent in the morning,
we were delighted to see a dozen snails had called our tent home
and camped out with us. A few were even stuck to my sandals.
Also that morning, I had an enchanted moment with a butterfly,
who landed on me and hung out for a while, following along in the forest.
But back to here and now, the parents have been back in the nest
a few more times in the time it’s taken to write this;
so I guess things will be fine for the “birdies in the hedgehog”