This mother bird obliged us by making a nest right outside our schoolroom window. It was fun to watch the babies go from scraggly fuzz and closed, bulging eyes, to healthy adolescents ready to strike out on their own. How providential (as is everything) that I sent Nate down to the garage on an errand one day just as the little birds left the nest. He came charging up the stairs yelling, “The baby birds!! The baby birds are out of the nest!!” So we dropped everything and ran don to watch them hop around the driveway and eventually off into the bushes.
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