I don't know if you can tell or not... but there are four little baby bird heads poking up out of this nest. It is on my back porch, and yes, they are making a big mess, but what do you do? The mom and dad come along ever so often and feed them, and these little fellas act like they are starving to death! After all, it is around 95 degrees out there, and I'll bet they would like nothing more than a big long gulp of water.
For a while now, I have been watching the parentals coming and going from this nest, making the preparations needed for the arrival of these itty bitty ones. The nest is way up high, probably about 12 feet off the ground. So until a couple of days ago, I didn't know that the eggs had actually hatched, and the babies were fighting for survival. It has been a fast incubation, if you ask me.
It got me to thinking about my own nest. Seems like not so long ago, we had a baby or two of our own. They squawked. We fed them. They started to show signs of growth and maturity, and we gave them space to grow even more. We let them take little trips out of the nest, and they learned confidence, and always came back. But we are approaching big steps out of the nest. They are probably ready. But, am I? What's next? Will they come back? Ever? The big birds have no idea what is going to happen to their little nest and its occupants. But I do. And it's good. Life is good.
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