While living in New Mexico, Hubby had annual entertainment provided by the sparrows who were nesting outside the store where he worked.
For a few days every spring, two sparrows would go through the process of rebuilding the nest. The male sparrow would fly off and gather sticks, pine needles, cotton and anything else he found “nest worthy” and bring it back to the female sparrow who stayed behind to build the nest with what she had on hand. As the male sparrow came back, the female would pick through what he brought back. Her approval was expressed with use of the stick. Disapproval was expressed with shrieking, flapping around and kicking out not only that stick, but all others that may not have been worthy… all to be thrown onto the sidewalk below.
When this happened, the male sparrow would gather the sticks from the sidewalk and bring them back up to where the nest was being built. Sometimes, one of the sticks that was not approved would make it’s way back, only to have this process continue. Eventually, the nest was built and the baby chicks would be taken care of in the nest built by their parents. And most sticks (even though they were deemed unworthy at some point) were used in the building of the nest. The only reasonable explanation is that the sticks were fine, they just came at the wrong time.
The reason I tell this story now is Hubby, being the wonderful person that he is, recognized (before I did) that while I cannot explain WHY I needed two specific baby items last night (not today, not earlier in the day, not this weekend when it is more convenient, but last night), that I just needed the right stick at the right time. I needed to get my baby item last night because it was the next stick in the order I have in my mind.
Is it logical? NO! Can I explain it? Hell no! Am I eternally grateful for a hubby that got the friggin stick last night when it was “needed”? YES!! And yes… the whole thing made me cry.
And yes, the crying part is also annoying!
