May 31, noontime.
Mum wrote, "My, what odd little lumps of birdiness!---But what a lovely dainty little lady their mother is."
Mum wrote, "My, what odd little lumps of birdiness!---But what a lovely dainty little lady their mother is."
They built in the first week of May. I haven't used the front door light since.
After weeks of terrifying entries into my front door at night, scaring mama phoebe off her nest on the lamp, the eggs have finally hatched! (I would try to sneak in the door, and mama would explode out of the nest and bash herself repeatedly against the lighted windows, or land in my hair and flap furiously, too sleepy-confused to just go sit on the nest.)
After weeks of terrifying entries into my front door at night, scaring mama phoebe off her nest on the lamp, the eggs have finally hatched! (I would try to sneak in the door, and mama would explode out of the nest and bash herself repeatedly against the lighted windows, or land in my hair and flap furiously, too sleepy-confused to just go sit on the nest.)
Mama or Papa; I can't tell them apart.
