Singing for his supper

Two weeks ago, my husband caught this series of photographs of a house wren feeding one of its babies. The day after he took them, the little bird family moved from the birdhouse, but we see them from time to time.

Sorry about the poops. Just keeping it real here.

The little one is hungry.

And not so little anymore.

The parent approaches with what appears to be a cricket.

He comes in for the landing.

And begins . . .

. . . to place the meal in the baby’s mouth.

Beautiful.

And two weeks later, the baby sings for his supper.

But now he can get it for himself.

Pretty cool, eh?

I’d forgotten about these photographs and it wasn’t until this evening when my husband walked by, saw me working on the photo above and reminded me.

George would like to thank everyone for the birfday wishes. Tonight he asked me for the keys to the car so he can take out the French poodle who lives down the road. I told him to stay away from Fifi. She’s nothin’ but trouble!

Have a great day all ~ and thanks so much for coming by. Love ya.