No, my girls aren't in a musical. Actually, they are, but not that particular musical.
The four babies in our rose garden bird's nest have flown the coop.
Each sat for a long time on the edge of the nest,
as we stood on chairs to get a better look,
which I'm sure didn't help.
Their mama and their papa watched the babies
and watched us.
And tweeted encouraging things.
Until each one made a clumsy leap,
flopping down onto our front porch.
This one landing right between Olaf and Cholita,
the monster dog and the toddler.
I can't imagine that's what he intended.
But they all made it down safe and sound.
Four babies out of the nest,
snug and secure in our euphorbia bush.
Well done, family.
I think we had the same kind in one of our bushes. I didn't notice them until they were about ready to leave, I guess. I scared one out of the nest, and all were gone the next time I looked. It's sweet that your tenants were so trusting!
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