You know how dryers have that giant slinkyish metal tube thing that connects to outside so that the air from the dryer can vent out or whatever? I don't really know the logistics of it, but hopefully you know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, normally there's a little cover/filter thing that goes on the end of it, on the outside of the house. You know, to protect stuff from getting out or in-- just letting air go through. However, that cover was taken off before we moved in because it kept getting stuff in it and causing more problems than solutions. Or something like that.
So long story short, we have birds that live in our giant slinkyish metal tube thing.
Like, they just live in there. I often hear birds chirping while doing laundry. And yes, it's cute.
However, we've done our best to try to keep it clear of birds nests. I mean, it's our dryer. Not the best place for them to build their nests. So a couple of times, Mark has had to take out the tube and shake out all the twigs and stuff outside.
Mark went to do that today while I was nursing Jake in our bedroom.
A few minutes later, Mark comes upstairs with his hands cupped together, hiding something. I thought he was pulling a joke on me, like he was going to open up his hands and there would be a little bird or something cute, but then there would be nothing and I would be sad.
He opened up his hands to reveal 6 little baby bird eggs.
"What have I done..." Mark mourned.
After googling the impact of humans messing with bird nests and eggs and stuff, he went back to the laundry room with the tube and started trying to put the eggs and everything back. Then I hear a gasp of despair.
He had dropped one of the eggs.
Luckily, it was still just an egg... but it still broke our hearts to think that the mama bird is going to come back and find her home disturbed, and a baby gone.
Mark has since referred to himself bitterly as "The Bird Murderer."
The moral of the story?
... I don't know. But it was pretty dramatic. So I thought I'd share.
And in other news, our little family is doing well. We are absolutely in love with Jake. He fits right in.
He's also a super good baby (knock on wood). Like, he sleeps anywhere from 4-6 hours at a time. It's pretty awesome. And he's just so pleasant. And perfect.
And we've figured out the feeding thing for the most part. He's taken to breast feeding, thank goodness. I was a little worried since we only used formula the first week. We still supplement with formula some, but he has no problem breastfeeding, and somehow it just all works out, which is a relief.
Recovery sucks, but it's getting a little better. Mark has been such a huge help, as well as some friends from church who brought meals and paid us visits. We are very blessed and very happy.
Now, I'm going to go try to rouse Jake from his like, 4 hour nap. Because it's midnight. And at this rate, he won't go back to sleep until like, 3am. Welcome to parenthood, right?
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