While trimming one of our snowball bushes, my husband found a nest of wee mockingbirdies. They were so cute.
The parents kept bringing the fledglings food.
Then, one afternoon, we watched a fledgling flexing its wings as it ran across the yard. Over the next couple days, the other fledglings, like the first one, ran and with short hops and flights as they learned to fly up to the treetops.
And now the nest is empty.
You know it never ceases to amaze me how quickly baby birds learn to fly.
Bird watching made for an extra bit of joy over the past few days.
I hope you all have an enjoyable rest of the week!