The eggs in the hanging planter began to hatch yesterday. This joyous occasion was also a reason for concern and even fear, because of the huge multi-state storm that came with hale, high winds, and fierce rains. I knew that to survive, these birdies needed their momma, so taking the planter down and bringing it inside was out of the question. My fear was that the wind would blow the planter away and all would be lost.
I am happy to report that not only did the planter stay on the porch, but also that the momma and/or pappa stayed on the nest. I can just imagine the rough night they had of it. But just look how much the first little bird has grown. It is getting more feathers, and I think the hairdo looks like a Mohawk. So that is what I named the sparrow family...my Brave Little Mohawks.
Honest to Pete, I was almost as worried about this birthing as much as I was during my own children's and grandchildren's births.
*WHEW*...glad that it is almost over. As far as I can tell, there is one egg left in the nest to break open. But for now I plan to leave this little family alone.
Marcheta *midwife
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