My Shrinking Nest

Well, I'm still the mother bird, but sadly, my nest is shrinking.  The eggs I protected for so long are now out flying on their own.  One of the three has gone from the nest and one is soon to go.  My little birds come home for food but no longer do they need me to chew and regurgitate it for them.  I keep the nest warm but they rarely notice.  They don't really need me anymore, here at the nest.  They fly off; they fly home.  No longer do they need my assistance with their flight path........they choose their own.  We seldom fly together anymore and when we do I must be careful not to clip their wings; careful not to disrupt their flight as they soar through the air.  This is my journey as my nest empties.  I hope my feathers will insulate me from the cold of the air in my nest.  I hope as my feathers are ruffled by the draft that I will once again use them to take flight, to head out on my own, to explore the new horizons of my future.  This I believe is what the wise old owl would tell me to do.