Four confirmed baby terrordactyls (i.e., house finches).
There were five eggs, I’m counting four bright yellow beaks attached to strange pink & grey bodies. Not sure what happened to Little Cinco.
They haven’t opened their eyes yet, but if Mama’s not there and I even walk by on the patio I see the little heads popping up, mouths open wide.
The rest of the time they sleep, like little mutant Watchmen pets or something.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 