May 19, 20, 21

Last Friday, Brian and I were delighted and surprised to hear raucous cheeps coming from the dilapidated (and we thought purely unfunctional) birdhouse, but it wasn't until this week that I could get a decent photo. This watchful parent tried to make it very clear that my interest was not welcome.

I'm nosy, however, and was later able to see three babies inside. They are all skin, eyes, gaping mouths and a little fluff right now.

Here's a parent giving me the stink-eye.