I'm not a bird watcher and yet over the past two weeks, I've become obsessed with two adult birds that created a nest the plum tree resting in our front yard.
I discovered the nest after watching the birds poking around our yard looking for food. They'd find a worm, hop across our lawn and then fly up to a branch in the tree. After I witnessed this happening several times throughout the day, I was compelled to investigate (read: I felt nosy.)
The boys and I went under the tree and discovered a nest...but no babies. We continued to check on it every day.
Last Friday, the boys were playing on the driveway when we saw the birds fly away. We heard chirps. Loud, squeaky chirps. We ran over to the nest and discovered the babies had been born. The boys could not contain their excitement, and I was glowing in a proud mama way because birds were born in our tree.
The nest was too high up for the boys to peak, and really, I didn't want them to disturb the babies or cause the parents concern.
I grabbed a ladder while the boys watched me attempt to snap photos with a shaky hand. The birds, they were so tiny, sweet, fragile, adorable and curious.
Today, the nest is empty.
