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One of the many reasons why I love Spring
subtitle: and thank goodness I'm not crazy.
Lately when I've been outside on our deck I've heard little peeppeep noises but couldn't for the life of me figure out where they were coming from. We have a super cool birdhouse our friends Steve & Squisha got us a couple of years ago, but aside from an old wasp nest, its three townhomes are empty this Spring.
Eventually I decided I must be hearing things, especially since Christopher couldn't hear the peeps any of the hundred times I said "Wait. do you hear that?"
But I was vindicated today when I decided to take down this plant & give it some much needed attention:
and as I started to deadhead it, I saw this:
You can't really tell from the picture but there are at least 3 baby birds in there. And while Christopher and I were peering at them they flattened out and pretended to be dead. (At least, that's what I told Christopher. ) I could see at least one eye looking at me.
Also, the mom AND dad were waiting impatiently nearby with tidbits in their mouths, lending weight to the birds are alive theory. The alternative is too tragic to ponder much.
So anyway, I love baby birds, I love that our plants are hospitable to wildlife, and I love Spring.
The end.
Update: the birdies are definitely alive. Yay!
Labels: baby birds, I love Spring
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Yeah, dead baby birds are not a fun thing to share with children. "Yes, that's nature."