The heart of a man

Earlier this spring, when there was still frost in the ground and too early to do any planting, MK asked her dad for help making some raised beds.  Being the good father that he is he went up to the barn and selcted timbers the proper length and brought them down to the shop in preparation for building the beds.  There they stood, leaning against the wall in the lean to waiting for the weather to be suitable for planting. 

A couple of weeks ago on a Saturday afternoon Doug went into the lean to for the timbers in order to build the beds for his daughter.  On the top of one he spied this nest and in it was a clutch of robins eggs.  Other men would have simply relocated the nest and gone on with their project but that is not in the heart of my man. 

Off to the barn he went to find other lumber suitable for the job since the first batch was currently occupied providing a home for the soon to be born baby birds.  Momma robin sits regally on her nest protecting her young knowing that the human that saw them as eggs will not allow her babies to be threatened.

That is the heart of my man.