And Then There Were None.

Yesterday was the big day. My babies went out into the big world.

Two of them, with Mommy and Daddy's encouragement, left in the heat of the afternoon.
And then there were three....

The babies flew to the Mock Orange bush nearby and sat quietly, looking like they weren't sure what they just did....as if they wanted to fly back to the  cozy nest and the breathing of their siblings.

Another one fluttered it's wings and flew off. What bravery! What a big world it must be to them....
A world of wonder... and danger.... of beauty and instinct.

And then there were two...


 

This morning they were gone. "My babies" have flown out into the world. I will miss their downy little birdness, their feathered beauty and dark little eyes looking at me so trusting and new....
the noise and commotion.... the feedings and the worry.
One by one, they flew out of the nest and into the bushes. It's the way of all wild things (and children too). It's hurts a little but it's what is suppose to happen. I will take the nest down later this morning and clean out the metal tin. Later...

"Then they lift their wings, they become again a part of the untouchable clouds." ~ m. oliver ~

Goodbye little ones. Thank you for this beautiful summer of you.