The wait is over! The house finch birds eggs (situated in the repurposed sugar bowl of our wind chimes) have hatched.
They babies are (sorta) fluffy, (kinda) cute, and (definitely!) hungry.
May I present the baby birds living on our front porch:
Sorry, Mama Bird, for scaring you off when I came out the front door. (Evidently I am not to be trusted.) Thank you for letting me have a moment with your babies. We’re excited to watch them grow up.
hello, little hatchlings! how sweet!