Head First

On a very fine Sunday, we went for a bike ride out to the lake and sat and sipped coffee for a spell. When we came home, we discovered that the grandbirds had entered another phase of their short and ever-changing lives. They are, or this one is at least, now poking their heads out of the portal. This is the most advanced rascal and, right now at least, is getting the lion's portion of the food. He simply thrusts himself into the doorway where no other avian can get past: neither the 'rents nor the siblings.

They change ever so quickly. Just a few short days ago, they were not yet fully feathered and would respond positively to our voices. Now, they shrink into silence if they see or hear us near. The next change? One speculates that this guy won't remain in the nest for much longer. In fact, we have the camera set out on the tripod ready to attempt to capture his foray into the wide world. Likely, however, he'll take off when we're still in bed or out doing something or other. We can't sit in anticipation twenty-four hours a day after all.

Hurry up Dad!

Hey Doofus, I'm up here!