So, these little guys have been in the bush outside our kitchen window for a little over a month, I'd say. We noticed mama bird starting the nest, working her tail feathers off. A week or so later, four tiny blue eggs were inside. A week or so later, little pink bird bodies, and today, this.
I had a
really hard time getting the photos. I basically had to hold my camera inside the bush with one hand, pull down a branch with the other, and balance myself on the porch railing. Honestly, it was totally worth it.
The birds must have thought I was mama or something because they would blink,blink,blink their eyes, streeeeetch their necks, and open their mouths as wiiiiide as they could. It was awesome.
Aren't they cute? For some reason these baby birds have brought me so much joy. I know it's lame, things like this happen every day, but I feel good knowing they're safe in our bush.
Mamma bird = not amused. She was flying in circles over my head, standing on the railing chirping at me, swooping around, chirping. I felt bad, so I took just a few more shots and walked away. Then she followed me. So I ran away.
These are flowers that Derek!'s mom got me for Mother's Day. They were blown over outside, laying in the middle of our front yard this morning. I was frantic when I saw this. I ran out, put them back in their place, and apologized. I don't know what they're called, but they look like the flowers I used to draw when I was a little girl.
Like they have little skirts on or something. I love them. They're a family of tiny flowers, with a gradation of color. Perfect little fairy tale flowers.
Even the buds are cute. Packages waiting to be opened or something.
So, these little guys have been in the bush outside our kitchen window for a little over a month, I'd say. We noticed mama bird starting the nest, working her tail feathers off. A week or so later, four tiny blue eggs were inside. A week or so later, little pink bird bodies, and today, this.
I had a really hard time getting the photos. I basically had to hold my camera inside the bush with one hand, pull down a branch with the other, and balance myself on the porch railing. Honestly, it was totally worth it.
The birds must have thought I was mama or something because they would blink,blink,blink their eyes, streeeeetch their necks, and open their mouths as wiiiiide as they could. It was awesome.
Aren't they cute? For some reason these baby birds have brought me so much joy. I know it's lame, things like this happen every day, but I feel good knowing they're safe in our bush.
Mamma bird = not amused. She was flying in circles over my head, standing on the railing chirping at me, swooping around, chirping. I felt bad, so I took just a few more shots and walked away. Then she followed me. So I ran away.
These are flowers that Derek!'s mom got me for Mother's Day. They were blown over outside, laying in the middle of our front yard this morning. I was frantic when I saw this. I ran out, put them back in their place, and apologized. I don't know what they're called, but they look like the flowers I used to draw when I was a little girl.
Like they have little skirts on or something. I love them. They're a family of tiny flowers, with a gradation of color. Perfect little fairy tale flowers.
Even the buds are cute. Packages waiting to be opened or something.
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