A few weeks ago my mom discovered that some birds had made a nest on top of the wreath on our front door. They got themselves some prime real estate amongst the pink artificial hydrangeas. Little did they know that not only would their location provide them with some lovely floral views, but that my mom would build them a privacy fence so they could sit on the nest in peace and quiet.
It's very shabby chic. Or, should I say shabby CHICK?
Since the discovery of the nest, I have been anxiously awaiting the day when those little eggs would hatch. I could wait to see the cuddly, fluffy, adorable birds that I was sure were inside.
Well, the eggs hatched on Sunday. And here is the part where I wish I could tell you that the babies were every bit as cuddly and adorable as I imagined they would be.
But, they weren't. Not even a little bit. Not even if you turned off the lights, took out your contacts, AND squinted your eyes. Nevertheless, I took a few pictures of our featherless friends yesterday but the glass is frosted and I didn't want to use a flash so they are a little blurry. Here they are in all of their pink, un-fluffy glory.
Looks like someone is hungry! That would be Laura, Jr, obviously. I'm so proud.
Here's hoping that tomorrow these little guys have feathers. Nowhere to go but up.