This summer a mama bird built her nest in one of the hanging flower baskets on our porch. She sat on the five little blue eggs through heat waves and thunderstorms. About a week ago, we started to hear little chirps and knew the little fellas had hatched. We check on them whenever we take down the basket to water the flowers (and try not to water the birds too much). The first time I watered after they had hatched, they were so small that all five looked like one meshed bunch of feathers. They slowly raised their heads and opened their beaks, in hopes that I was the mama bird bringing them worms.
Last night we were pleased to see the little birds doing well and looking a lot more confident. They look like old men, Jen and I agree.
In other news, my Dad hung out with the Beach Boys last night.
Two years ago today I was Catching Up after the wedding.
Three years ago today: Dreams, Dining, Deeelicious.
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1 Jonty // Aug 5, 2005 at 10:49 am
And it just *HAS* to be the mama bird that built the nest and watched over the eggs, eh? Ya know, Gabe, as a graduate of Vassar College, I really would have expected more of you.
Perhaps the “daddy” bird was a self-assured empathic type who didn’t mind the mama bird going out to gather up the worms.
Why do you always project your male-dominated gender roles?! God….
-J
2 Dave // Aug 8, 2005 at 2:49 am
The Beach Boys are touring again? Cool. I haven’t seen them in around 20 years. I think Mike Love and Carl Wilson may have been with them at the time, along with Al Jardine. I’ll have to find my tour poster. 🙂
3 Seth // Aug 15, 2005 at 1:05 pm
weird. My name is Seth. My best friend’s name is Gabe. His sister’s name is Jen. My brother’s birthday is 2/18.