Few days back a bird laid an egg on a stairs leading to my terrace. As the nest was on 3rd or 4th step and cat frequenting that area the egg was surely going to be cat snack.
In all my good intension I decided to move the nest to some place safer. So I created a new home for the birdie with a wire cloth hanger and an aluminum plate. When I came back at night from office I was disappointed not to see the bird in new place, however that disappointment quickly turned to smug satisfaction of having saved a life when I saw the bird sitting in the nest next morning.
I was happy to see the bird every mornings and evenings.
Fast forward to today, huge gust of wind blew away the nest, egg splattered on the floor.
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Journal of a happy monk.
