Chapter 8

Storms and Anxiety

Last night we had a terrible storm. I lay awake listening to the wind howl and leaves blow against my window, thinking about Henrietta and wondering how she was faring. The nest is high in a fork of an up-reaching limb, so it really sways in the wind.

This morning there is no sign of Henrietta. Perhaps she is deep in the nest, but we don’t see her tail.

Still no sign of Henrietta.

We still see Rufous in the cypress trees, almost every day. Today blue jays screamed at him and chased him all the way to the top of the tree, irritating him so much that he finally flew. I wonder if he had one of their young for lunch earlier?

Today, Jay thought he saw a bird in the nest. Going back for a second look, we could not see anything. But… just a glimmer of hope?

Continue to Chapter 9: Incubation Time

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