Turn doubt into a question
I had to admit, I really loved my new nest! I treasured the moss and the greenery I added. It was so much nicer than the coop, but I dared not tell Mammie because she was brokenhearted as it was.
I’d have to get used to being up here by myself, so I began reading up on birdcalls and listening for the different sounds. Funny what I paid attention to up here—things that went unnoticed down in the farmyard! I was not too sure how I was going to meet other birds, attract them, or get to meet Type-A again. I thought I’d practice a few birdcalls to see what would happen, so I did.
I wasn’t too happy with my first visitor—Nissi. My secret nickname for him was Mr. Event Planner.
I took a deep breath and decided to try to forgive him, so I could move on.
He said, “Goldie, I know you’re angry with me, and I understand.”
I snapped, “I’M NOT ANGRY!”
Well, I reckon I sure sounded angry.
I suppose I needed to practice that forgiveness thing a little more before I felt it.
He responded, “You see, there is a time for everything. You’re living in a place of strength now. Don’t give up, Goldie. You’re on the right path.”
I was so frustrated with him. “Oh Nissi, you’d tick off the Good Humor bird!” Besides, nothing he’d just said to me made any sense at all.
He flew away, saying as he went, “Be of good cheer. I’ll be checking on you.”
What kind of thing was that to say to someone? “Be of good cheer?”
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