Literary Secret Agent, buncha stuff. Do I have to keep checking this all the time now?
Horses back from the meadow, breakfast, out my library window this a.m.
Here's the whole horse, almost. Solar. Sweet buddy.
Close-up of Solar's faerie braid
Here's our adventuring wild Phoebe chick again. He likes his people, but as of this morning he liked the outdoors better.
Here's the little pooper who started flying first. Rescued him fluttering around in the kitchen window.
Hey Ma! Look at me! As I post this, he's learned to fly around the house and perch. The others watch closely.
I picked the first brave flying chick up in my hand, but the pic didn't come out. He hopped across the table, looking dazed and amazed.
Somewhere in the night, they decided to leave the nest. Here's all 5, posing Dutch Masters style.
Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! Yum! Yum! Yum!
Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!
Mom's got a big juicy grasshopper!
It IS Mom! What's she got (sorry for the blur)
Wait! Is that Mom?
Little sentinels, waiting for Mom.
Maybe too cozy. There are five of them in that little nest.
He settles in to wait.
After a little wing flutter practice, Top Phoebe chick poses proudly
Yesterday June 23 was the last day the Phoebe chicks spent in their nest. They're chubbier than their mom.
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