We have some rose bushes (rosebushes? don't know if that's one word or two...) in the back yard.
One day, the children found a bird's nest in the lower branches of one of the bushes.
They would check on the nest daily--careful not to touch the nest, or the delicate little eggs.
Superboy did a sketch of the nest and brought it to school to share with his teacher/classmates.
when we went out to check on the nest....
there were no more eggs.
I've never actually seen baby birds this tiny.
They must've just hatched.
Suddenly I wished I knew an ornithologist.
Suddenly I had so many questions about baby birds.
But then I remembered that I do, in fact, have a library card. And that's almost as good as knowing an ornithologist.
The coolest thing about these tiny birds is how they would respond to a little movement.
If we gently tapped the branch (therefore, causing a *tiny* bit of movement to the nest), they would pop up like little jack-in-the-boxes.
They would hold their necks up as high as they could...but then their necks would start swaying back and forth, straining with the weight of holding up that cute little birdie head.
On a related note: I posted last year about the time that we actually got to witness some grown-up-baby-birds leave the nest.