fledgling birds

Life Urge

July 28, 2010

Baby wrens were born in the garage.  I watched them and sang to them many days.  Finally, they fledged from their nest but two of them didn’t leave the garage.  For several days, they awkwardly flapped around, too afraid or weak to venture out of their place of safety.  I could hear the mother or [...]

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