This spring, our resident phoebes laid two sets of eggs, one early in the spring and one later in the season. They'd built a compact nest of grass and moss on the rafters of our front porch, right over our grill. Hot dogs and hamburgers were on hold until both broods were successfully reared and on their way. After their tawny speckled eggs hatched, the parents diligently fed their young taking turns bringing grubs to the hungry, wide eyed babies. At night, the fuzzy, little birds slept peacefully, cuddled up with one another in their cozy nest. We often could make out a beak or two sticking up above the front curve of the nest above us.
Just the other day, Kevin and I got to see the last two baby birds fly away from the nest. Kevin captured the photograph above before the last chick took wing. It felt so amazing to see all of the babies grow up healthy and strong and fly off to their freedom. And, they chose July 3rd to make their final leaps, so we could still enjoy grilled hot dogs for the Fourth of July!
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