This evening, July 11, 2014, (by the way Happy Birthday, dearest Maureen) before dinner, I brought a step stool and my camera to the geranium plant on our front porch. I had taken a few photos just the other day of a bird's nest inside the plant. There were four baby birds in the nest and they looked so cute. They had their eyes opened but they didn't move as I pulled back the leaves to get a better look at them and to take their photograph.
About a week or two before Bob and I noticed that a bird flew out of the plant whenever we opened the front door. Shortly after our discovery, Connor and I got the step stool and took a peek and saw some tiny little eggs in the nest. Connor commented that one of the eggs had a crack in it. From then on I was ever so careful whenever I watered the plant. I did not want to disturb the nest or drown the babies!
Tonight, I got the step stool out of the mudroom, set it up right next to the plant and then grabbed my camera ready for a photo shoot. Low and behold the birds were all snug as a bug in a rug, so I pulled back the leaves to get a better photograph. What a shock when the mother bird took flight and the four baby birds followed right behind her. I was so frightened that they would nosedive into the ground but they followed their Mom and I watched in amazement as they soared through the air, up higher and higher until they reached the rather large trees across the street from our house. I imagine this was probably their first flight, but they did a great job. It was a once in a lifetime experience for me, and although I hope I didn't make them leave home before they were ready, I enjoyed being a witness to this miracle of life. Bob and I looked into the nest before we went upstairs to our bed for the night and the nest was empty. I guess they are gone for good. I wonder whether they met up again in another tree or whether their relationship is over.
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