All day Sunday, they perched on the edge of the nest, spreading their baby wings, stretching, craning their necks…
Working up their courage.
On Monday, it was much the same.
Tuesday morning. Mama Bird sat perched on the porch light a few feet from the nest and called to them. At first, there was much open-mouthed complaining. Then…
For the first time ever, I was allowed to sit right there on the porch to watch and photograph the event. No squawking ball of feathers flying in my face when I stepped out the door. No complaints or threats, though I was a mere five feet from the fledglings.
I felt honored to be so trusted.
Way to go, Little Ones.