Hatched.
They’re heeeere!
It was only a matter of time before the eggs in the nest in the wreath on our front door (of our house on a hill on a highway in Nashville) …. HATCHED. I cannot believe I got so close to them. I have lice for sure.
Tell me these nasty little suckers don’t look like Mick Jagger.
Here comes a high note:
Being a baby bird is tiring.
When I close my eyes, I can still see their nasty little faces etched into the backs of my eyelids.
Nature ain’t pretty, kids. Nature ain’t pretty.
Not gonna lie…that’s pretty nasty. Just wait until they start pooping everywhere. Time to move.
Circle of live happening right before your eyes. They are not nasty. I mean come on, WWJD Amanda?
And also, you should enter those images in a contest or something!!