I managed to catch the finchlings all peeking out at once today. It’s getting crowded in that nest.
“MOOOOOM!! He’s touching me!!”
That explains so much of the noise coming from that direction.
They’re also looking more like birds with feathers and everything avian instead of weird, naked, pink squirmy things. Should we start a pool on which one flys first and when? I think it will be the one on the right, and probably about Wednesday this week.
It’s a lucky shot to catch them all. Normally these days they’re like cartoon birds. All four heads pop up in unison, take two seconds to look around to see if dinner is incoming, see me, and then pop right back down. It’s hilarious.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 