Yesterday did not have a promising start.
Woke up early, feeling ill.
The day dawned to overcast skies.
Gloomy inside, gloomy outside.
Several healing cups of coffee later, I went to check on the nests.
That was as much as I could commit to.
Mama 1, a picture perfect mini-mother to be.
She flew off briefly, circled widely around me,
then returned to her nest.
A backyard sunflower?
silently waiting to surprise.
my dad used to fly.
past its peak, but still glowing.
* * * * *
Back home, examining photos, came another surprise:
Translation: there are dirty hummer diapers
on the edge of Mama 3's nest.