Did You Say "Feed Me?'

Thanks, Two Writing Teachers (or more) for hosting the Tuesday Slice of Life. This slice of life is a bit from earlier this summer, last week and when I was a child. It's like a slice of three layer cake (gluten free, for me, of course). Don't know who this bird is looking at the babies. Sometimes wrens will come to steal a nest. About 8 years ago, a phoebe built a nest on our porch. We watched her sit on the nest and later feed her 4 babies. We watched as they grew too large for the nest. And one day, when my husband got too close, they just exploded out of the nest, never to be seen again that summer! When they are ready to fly, they just up and leave. We had a nest of phoebes on our porch again this year. A phoebe came and made four starts that amounted to four small piles of stuff between porch rafters. Reading about their habits, I learned that the male typically starts nests before the female arrives, and she decides which one will be "Home, Swe