“This Old Nest”

 

My Nest needs cleaning, the nest that I started building when I was a very young girl, long before I even thought of getting married  and  having Ducklings.

 

Lately,  I have began to wonder if there are people who are just wired to build nests,  and yes, if there are others who just simply want to move into some one elses comfy pre built nest.

 

A squatter in your nest so to speak or to write,  a person who truly had no idea what it took to build that perfect nest and  sees it only as a comfortable place in which to land. 

 

 A feathery opportunist of sorts.

 

Many years have gone by for me and my nest.

I hatched two eggs  in here,  entertained family and friends here,  but  then sadly my little ducklings grew up and moved out to start their own nests..

 

I am not sure if either of them had built an emotional nest of their own,  or if they  just simply stumbled upon someone else’s pre feathered domicile…

 

In some ways I think my oldest Duckling had a nest for quite sometime… he wanted to fill it up with good food and baby ducklings..

 

I think my second Duckling was looking to build a nest of his own since he was a little more than a chick.

I think he thought  quite alot about what kind of nest he might have one day,  but then he simply moved into another’s Duck’s nest.

 

Now it  seems that all the  feathers in my once white and fluffy comfortable nest are a bit tattered and messy,  and time and life’s disappointments have made my once feathery long time companion a joyless cranky old bird .

 

Lately I am driven by the overwhelming need to clean out  “This Old Nest” or to renovate it… or perhaps move out and  build a new nest.

 

My Ducklings did not only fly the coop or nest… they flew the entire farm.

 

Now everyday  I sit here in my nest,  the one that I built as a very young Duck for my family and Ducklings and as I look around I see lots of other Ducklings but they are not mine .

 

They, all these other Ducks & Ducklings  still walk around the big farm together,  but me I just sit now in my gray messy nest with this skinny old Cranky Bird and ponder my future out loud,  and much like my sweet little grandduckling Anna …saying  to myself over and over again…

 

“I don’t know what to do… I just don’t know what to do” ……..

 

No Anna, your Mimi  just doesn’t know what to do either.

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