Mr. Robin has been missing for a few days. I had seen him flitting around with bits of food in his beak preparing to take it into the nest. I decided to investigate. There was no Mrs. Robin; there were no eggs; the nest was trashed. The softer compact bottom layer was dislodged and askew and it was all dangling precariously in the Japanese Holly bush. Gone. No more.
Where will they go? Will they build again? Will they find a more suitable location? Having been so devastated for all her efforts, will she just give up? Will she try again this season? Will she return next season? Or will she just give up and go away and never try again?
I can relate to Mrs. Robin. My church nest has been taken away. I face many of the same questions. There are several options for me. A couple are close to home, others not too far from home. I don't think I'm ready to visit another place of worship yet. I'm a little scared. I need a respite. I'm thinking God will wait with me through this interim period until I am ready. There is always hope.
