Sunday morning we watched our baby birds climb out of the nest, wobble around the window box, stretch their little wings, and look at us through the kitchen window. I took the photos below, and an hour later they were gone! I was shocked! I thought they would play for a while and head back to the nest for a nap. I am so sad that we missed seeing them make the jump to the ground, but hopefully word will get out that our window box is prime bird real estate. I miss their squeaky voices outside the window!
As if to help with our baby bird withdrawal a pair of flying squirrels has visited our bird feeder every night this week. I was a few feet away from this one when it sprung into the air and disappeared in the darkness.
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I would be happy to feed flying squirrels. Is he named Gus yet?
I think he needs a more dignified name—maybe Herbert. If only I could get him to wear a top hat!
Aw, the baby bird’s feathers are so ruffled and fluffy. I keep glancing up at my window sill hoping a birdie would make it’s nest there too.
aww animals are so amazing