As usual, another tornado blew its way through the area doing damage, and when I saw the gray clouds and strong winds blowing outside the window, I started worrying about my little bird.
I was sure I was going to come home and find the flower pot that she’s residing in blown over, eggs smashed and all. And if I had, after spending an hour on the road trying to slowly make it back to my apartment with rain pouring down and traffic lights knocked out, I was sure the sight of such would make me lose all faith.
Luckily the flower pot was heavy enough to withstand the storm, and my little bird was still sitting on her nest. She ruffled her feathers to shake off the rain, but she wasn’t about to let a tornado keep her from her babies. Mother Nature is on her side.