All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on. ~Havelock Ellis, English physician
Perhaps nobody understands this statement better than a parent.
Especially a Mama Bird parent.
Helpless and needy, these babies (housed in my red and white Begonia hanging basket) spend a LOT of time with their mouths open. Waiting for food.
Don’t you love the fuzz on this one’s little head? And their bright eyes?
I read somewhere that baby birds need to be fed every 15-30 minutes — so Mama is one busy gal. And no way does she want me too close to her home — or her biddies. Every time I go out the door, she makes a staccato clicking noise designed to frighten me and my camera away.
These two babies are starting to look more like birds. They’ve hopped from the nest deep inside the pot to the Begonia stems (probably trying to avoid their siblings and the communal bathroom). Once, I caught one furiously flapping its wings — sorry, no photo of that, but it was really cute.
Mama arrives with what appeared to be a worm to drop into her brood’s waiting mouths.
The way I understand it, she’ll gradually move farther and farther out, much like a human parent teaching a child to walk. That way, the babes (who are motivated strictly by food at this stage) will become more used to the idea of leaving home.
Eventually, they’ll topple out, hop among low-lying branches for a while, and eventually find their wings strong enough to hoist them into the sky.
Can’t you almost hear Mama Bird say, Whew…successfully launched!