We love our summer nights on the porch. This Memorial Day we brought out the paper lanterns and enjoyed perfectly grilled steak with all the fixins. We had a very nice evening. Flannery did NOT.
She and Mr. Flannery had put up with me showing them off, shooting pictures. I showed their babies to my kids. They seemed fine with it all. But I’d crossed the line with this racket. To say nothing of the smoke. So (and I’m still mad at her for this) she abandoned her babies! She never came back that night for them! It was my fault for assuming she’d be ok with us. But she left her little hungry babies!? What is wrong with her?! I felt terrible.
Happily, in the early hours of the morning, I finally saw them flitting around the dogwood again. They were back to feeding the tiny, gaping beaks. I didn’t speak to her for at least a day — other than to tell her coldly that I was sorry about the dinner party.
We’re friends again and I don’t think I’ll light up the porch again until the babies fledge!
