Then it happens, the day comes that it is time for the babies to spread their wings. You can tell by the sound the adults make that it is time. Today was the day, 3 baby birds were officially booted from their comfy nest. It is an all day ritual, first they boot them from the nest, usually to the windowsill. Then to the deck, the babies do everything they possibly can to avoid the inevitable, they hunker down in a corner together, try to fly back up to the windowsill, walk around and try to nap, they call to the parents because they are hungry, but the parents sit just far enough away to coax and prode and scold them into flying.
A stormy day for flying...
Cleared for take-off
The brave one
The solo pilot, with Sizzle in the background
And as the sun was setting...
The babies launched into a wobbly formation and flew off (finally) with their parents. What a beautiful thing to witness.
2 comments:
How very cool to witness!
You get some great LIfe's Lessons from living on the rach, thanks for sharing them and please keep the birds in Colorado they eat my garden!
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