What if I would need medical intervention in order to bear more children? What if I would never have another child?
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here’s something different about this bird’s nest.
I find myself constantly checking on the pigeon that has taken residence atop the air conditioning unit outside the kids’ bedroom. She sits like a nomad and a queen all at once. Her vacant eyes stare back at us as we ogle her.
Birds literally flock to our apartment ledges. I see the telltale signs of a budding nest every few months, and I’ve learned to quickly dispose of the twigs and sundry items to discourage the birds from setting up their home at our expense.
But this time, I was too late. I grabbed my supplies (broom, gloves, garbage bag), determined to get rid of this abode. But just as I was about to shoo the mamma bird away, I spotted an egg.
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