I thought I’d seen her fly away just minutes earlier—which she does for large parts of the day. I was curious to see if she had laid more eggs; yesterday there was only one.
Since the nest box is too high for me to view into, I have to reach up and in with my phone and snap a photo in order to see. So that’s what I did.
I was astonished when I looked at the image on the screen but instead of exhilaration over the lovely unexpected photo I’d taken, shame inflated inside my chest and shortened my breath. What? She was there? She never stirred—she just kept protecting her young. As mothers do. I felt awful for disturbing her that way and intruding on such an intimate, important time that was never meant to be mine.
I need to work on barging in less, even when I do it gently. Some spaces aren’t meant for me, not matter how much I want them to be.