Big announcement, folks. BIG announcement: I think we're expecting babies. Plural. All at once.
In a nest.
I've been all enamored of our mama robin building her nest in a prime tree right in front of chair on the porch, which is my favorite reading spot this summer so far. It's all wild life-y at that spot. And me heart is a wee lot bit sad because this prime real estate is looking half dead this year, and the birds love this joint, I tell you.
We have Chippy the chipmunk, who is a whiz I tell you at stuffing his cheeks and spitting out those seeds before scurrying off for me in a mere blink of an eye. We've had a few bonding moments where we stare deeply into each other's (beady) eyes.
We have Herman the hairy woodpecker, who (as it turns out) makes a delightful cheep-y sound in between whacks against the tree trunk.
We have the sparrow gang who flocks together and nests in some tall evergreen trees just around the side of the house. It turns out that they're little thieves who tried to raid Mama Robin's nest (somewhat successfully) as it was a work in progress. It turns out that Mama Robin has some gutsy moves and is at least twice their size. Her nest was well defended.
We have the darling finches that hop around in the very tippy tops of the tree and belt out the sweetest staccato chirps. They are flashy and everyone's friend.
We have the wreniest little wrens twittering around. These eensie little birds pack a mighty wallop of noise in their little throats.
And, (as of today) we have Moliere, a friendly little dude with admittedly lousy eyesight. This little mole champ practically trundled across my foot in his cute-y little way.
There's a lot of cute-y-ness going on around here.
Which leads us back to those tiny, tiny little eggs. I. Can't. Wait. They are my bright spot, or will be once they are there are opening and cheepy and sending me into gaggles of joy and delight.
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