The Waiting Mother.

A Bird made its nest in the lampshade inside my house,laid eggs and waiting for its birdies!!!
Feeling wonderful!!!

A small bird had found its way into the house through an open window, and instead of leaving, it decided to stay. 

It chose the lamp shade in the corner of the room as its home, weaving together bits of straw, twigs, and soft thread into a neat little nest. 

Before long, a clutch of tiny eggs appeared, pale and speckled, nestled snugly in the warm curve of the shade.

Now the bird rarely left its post. It sat quietly, day after day, guarding its eggs with patient devotion, only slipping away briefly to find food before hurrying back. 

The house had grown used to her presence - the soft rustle of feathers, the occasional chirp breaking the silence. 

Everyone waited, almost as eagerly as the mother bird herself, for the first crack in a shell, the first faint peep, the first sign that new life was about to begin.