*love sigh*

You know those birdies I mentioned?

Today I was reading on the couch and out of my eye I saw a movement that I knew was a bird flying, only in an odd direction--specifically, straight down to the ground, from the vague area of our birdhouse.

Could it be? I thought to myself. Have I just witnessed a baby bird taking his first plunge in the lesson of flight?

I have! I have!

Mom and Dad Bird were there, keeping watch and possibly giving instructions and encouragement. That's it, there you go! You can do it! Just flap your wings like this...no, not like...yes, there you go! Oh! Well, don't worry, you'll get it...yes, that's it!

It was hard to tell cause I can't see inside the birdhouse, and it's positioned so that they (being the quick little things they are) could fly in and out without me noticing (especially with my attention riveted to the baby bird on the ground), but I saw for certain the one baby venturing out, and two parent birds watching, and POSSIBLY one or maybe even two more baby birds waiting in the birdhouse! They were tweet tweet tweeting away and in swooped Mom (or Dad) with something in its mouth and suddenly they were TWEET!TWEET!TWEET!ing with anticipation of the tasty morsel.

Anyway, it was just a darn heartwarming thing to see.

Here is a record of the first part of New Birdie's (presumably) first flight: Birdy plumets to the ground and lands safely within the patio enclosure. Mom and Dad peer down from either side on the railings, encouraging action! Finally in a gallant spurt of energy Birdy flutters up to the top of the chair the humans had so graciously provided! From there, a skittering bumpy partial landing and take off from the rail. There was also some desperate wall clinging as Birdie learned how to grip the textured wall with its feet.

*sighhhhhhhh*