bluebird/happiness

Somehow I missed the too-adorable-turquoise-egg stage of our first bluebird family this year, and the first time I swung open the hinged door of the nesting box and peeked into the nest, there was a jigsaw pattern of brown and black, accented with white stripes, and a bright eye or two staring back at me. The nestlings are all feathered out and just about ready to fly away already!

The second nesting box had no family at all. I'll have to check the third one, further down the drive, and keep an eye out for those heavenly little eggs. The miniature naked chicken pinfeather stage is much less attractive, and these teenagers are a little bit intimidating, even if, like teenagers of all kinds, mostly what they want is just feeding.