And I even have all of my eyeballs

In a day or two the birds will be gone. I'll walk to the window as I've done dozens of times during the day for the past 10 days and the nest will be empty. I'll pause, I'll wish they were there, and then I'll go about my day. I'll move the dishes, clean the table, sweep the floor, wash the children, count to three, be stern, be loving, be a mother.

I'll look for something else to watch, to notice and to let go. But I'll miss the birds.