One day, two young children walked down the private road, passing our home to the rural mailboxes. The children’s names are Victoria and Charley, and they live with their parents – a father as a farmhand worker and a mother as a housewife/part-time worker across the road from us. Charley said, ‘Cor blimey’ when they opened the mailbox door flap and found a mess of straw flattened down. Victoria said, ‘ what on earth is that?’
Let run back and tell mum and dad; off they ran home, passing me in the car arrived home in our driveway. I wonder what the children running back in such a hurry. That is not usual for them to run back quickly.
The next few days by, I was outside doing the pruning deadhead roses near the rural mailboxes. Victoria waved in front of me, for she knew I was deaf. Charley was saying something and pointing at their bright red rural mailbox. Mm, I began to chuckle by knowing it would happen every year. I realised they were not living here for a long time as they and their parents moved recently. I went over via the gate of our driveway and walked up to our mailboxes. Charley and Victoria were afraid to open the flap of the mailbox. I placidly to them by carefully opening the flap door to disturb any baby birds inside the mailbox. Ahh, yes, definitely three tiny baby birds are hugging together quietly.
Charley and Victoria peeped to look at the baby birds quietly. Ohh, cor blimey, awe came out from their voices. I assure them and remind them to check daily when their dad comes home from farming.
Day by day, Charley and Victoria love peeping to see the baby birds growing, BUT one day Charley came to see me when I came home from work. Where are the baby birds now? What happening? Did the wrong people take them away? I found it was amusing to see Charley worry about the baby birds, and it repurchased my childhood memory. Victoria came along in a hurry to see what the fuss was about and felt sad that there were no baby birds in the nest. Oh, Charley, they grow big – remember them when you and Victoria watched every day, and now they flew out from the nest as they were strong enough to fly out to explore over many farms.
Mind you, Charley and Victoria, there will be another birds nest next year sitting in the same bright red mailbox. Victoria told Charley, Better tell mum not to move and sweep the grass bits, straw bits and rubbish papers out of their mail box. Charley said, ‘well dad said it is nusiance and bird nests taking over everywhere.’ I chuckled at them quietly and assured them that we have plenty of bird nests in our many tall trees and make loud noises where our dogs hear them. If you look up high and spies carefully where the hidden nests shelter between branches where mother birds fly in. Thank you, Jean, and off Charley and Victoria went home peacefully by knowing the baby birds are adults now.
Life in Eureka 