Remember how we discovered a birds' nest inside the wreath on the back porch?
And how there were five beautiful, white eggs inside the nest?
Well, the babes were born.
There has been a lot of activity lately.
When the human grands came over recently, I gently lifted the wreath off the porch wall to show them the birdies.
One feisty little fluffernutter immediately hoisted himself out of the nest, off the porch, and landed under a patio chair.
I was frantic that a cat or other animal would gobble him up as a snack.
My son-in-law and young granddaughter came to the rescue, with washcloths in their hands.
The little peepster cannot fly yet but, oh boy, he can run as fast as the dickens.
They finally captured the tiny bird on the other side of the yard and gently placed him, via washcloth, back to the nest.
From now on, the wreath is staying put. We almost lost that little fella.
WHAT, IF ANYTHING, DO YOU LOVE ABOUT WILD BIRDS?
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