Stupid Birds

Oh no. The mourning doves are back and building another nest. Three or four times this summer they've built a nest in either of the thirty foot blue spruce trees across from my window.

Each time, they build, they lay eggs, they sit. And then the crows come. Or sometimes the blue jays. Anyway, a flock of birds with much squawking and flapping descends. They shatter the nest, they shatter the eggs. The doves sit helplessly on the hydro wire and watch.

And then, like today, they rebuild.

I don't know if can watch this unfold again.