and everywhere else, too. This has become this:
Not my best photography, but I had to sneak in while the mama was out for a short bit. Standing on a chair, blindly aiming my lens up and over the lip of the nest, and hoping for the best. Birds are such fantastical creatures, and as a hobby-birder, I'm quite fascinated with all things feathered. But boy oh boy, they sure start out as something only a mother could love.
Wet, naked little things. Utterly helpless, snack-sized tidbits.