Kitty has been watching all this time. The nest is just above her, and sometimes the phoebes land on the sill in front of her.
Mama and Papa carry the kids' fecal bags away from the nest area and drop them beside my car. The bags are tiny strong rubbery things, very difficult to break open with a stick (if you wanted to, that is). They pop and scatter in all directions if you step on one.
This slug was passing nearby to illustrate the size comparison.
First eye open. I can't make up my mind whether it's snuggled in happily or just exhausted.
Okay, it's exhausted.
If I pause even a moment at the front door, I get serious warnings...
She is becoming overprotective, fluttering at me when I open the door.