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Aw.. so tiny! A much better find.


The circle of life is a wonderful thing... :)


Ron Sullivan


Attila the Mom

awwww. Poor babies. Love your pics!


Hee, it was my pleasure to share these with you. They really were like a handful of sugar at the end of a beastly week.

Kay has shared a shot of another nest discovered during her own travels. Go here to see it.

Attila, don't worry; these babies are being well looked after by their parents and well protected by the nursery employees.

You know, I always judge the quality of a nursery in part by the number and health of the wild birds who frequent it. This particular nursery is situated among open fields. In such a place, it would be weird, and terrible, if the whole cycle of bird life were not in evidence, but it is especially wonderful to see the birds actually nesting there and not being discouraged.

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