The Carolina Wren eggs in our window box hatched last week, and the babies are getting louder everyday. I threatened to bake them into a casserole if they didn’t shut their worm holes, but they ignored me and kept squealing. I guess they know I love their funny frowny bird faces.
I caught Daniel heading outside with a box of dry roasted soy beans, and I told him that unless he was going to eat worms and regurgitate them into the babies’ mouths he wasn’t allowed to feed them. He looked sad and went back inside.