Small Birds

I started to writing on the back deck after dinner tonight. Jilda prepared a dish of black beans and rice which is one of my favorite vegetarian meals. After eating I fetched my laptop and a glass of Merlot and set up on the wrought iron table.
I looked around for inspiration but nothing came to mind. I could hear chimney sweeps chirping as they darted about trying to snag some mosquitoes for their supper. I smelled the rain before I felt the first drop tap on my head. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed saw the mama bluebird dart into the house I built and attached to the sweet gum tree by the deck. An instant later she was out and papa bluebird darted in and out. That could only mean one thing - the babies were here.
I tiptoed down and peered into the tiny hole the blue's use for doorway. I made a little whistling sound with my tongue and teeth that must have sounded familiar to the babies because I could see three tiny, featherless creatures opening their mouths ready to receive whatever gifts their parents were bringing.
I did not linger at the nest because bluebirds are quite protective and I really didn't feel like getting my tail kicked two days in a row by small birds.