Several weeks ago, in a planter filled with dense coleus leaves attached to the side of our house, we noticed a little nest that looked like an igloo made of small twigs, leaves, and pieces of fluff. It was very well hidden, but inside we could see four speckled eggs, watched over nervously by a pair of Carolina Wrens.
Soon enough, we heard the peep-peeping of hungry babies, and saw mother and father returning to the nest constantly with insects to feed their new brood of hatchlings. We resisted the urge to peek as much as we could, not wanting to disturb the natural order, but my husband managed to snap a few pictures.
In less than two weeks after hatching, on a Sunday afternoon, it was if an alarm went off, announcing "Time to fly, little ones!" One after another, the hatchlings became fledglings and within hours, we were left with, quite literally, an empty nest.
Time goes so quickly. It seems like just a few weeks ago that they were only tiny eggs. Oh wait, it was only a few weeks ago!
They're out in the world now, and I hope they're doing well. It was a privilege to witness this small avian wonder. And little ones? Come back and visit. We'll leave your room just the way it was. Or at least call home once in awhile, OK?
Nothin' but mouth!
Mom? Dad? Bring me a bug!
Should I stay or should I go?
Look, I can fly - I think!