And then my Mother was right beside me. I started crying a cry like I cried when I stole the walnut from Kroger a couple of weeks before.
Then I watched her as she picked up the gooey crushed eggs which slipped between her fingers. She tried putting back the baby bird gunk into its nest, but it wasn’t working. She tried putting it all back in, but she couldn’t. And then she picked up a baby bird with its invisible skin and it just sat in her hand, shaking and shaking some more.
I said, “I guess the mommy won’t feed em anymore.”
My Mother said, “I don’t know” putting the baby bird without any feathers back into the nest. Then she took my hand and led me away from the nest. She told me to sit on the porch and think about what I’d done.