I was in the final stage of my pregnancy with my second daughter. I was putting together the details of the nursery, and organizing every drawer in the house. Many would say I was in the nesting stage, in preparation for the new life I was bringing into the world.
It was in the time frame that the doves were nesting. To keep the somewhat pesky birds out of the gutters, my ex was putting up wire netting. It was taken down when we had the house painted. It was a little too late because one dove had already built her nest and laid her eggs.
I had just arrived home when he was out front finishing up his project. He was laughing and pointed up to the nest he netted in. The mother bird (on the outside) was making loud, distressing noises trying to reach her nest to care for her future offspring.
This was humorous? This was something to share as a joke with your pregnant wife? Looking back this may have been an intimidation tactic. At the time, it was an insight that something was not right. I thought of my daughter’s nursery, I thought about how I would have to leave this all behind to keep my nest safe.