The birds are still here. We have heard peeping from the tree and have hopes that the babies will learn to fly soon and they will all fly away to that grand aviary in the sky.
Yesterday when I went to get the mail, the dad bird was waiting for me. And all I got in the mail were some lousy ads. "But," I thought, "at least I can use them to swat at the bird."
Who would have thought that tiny tree that Zach climbs (and amazingly hasn't killed yet) would be an appealing hide-out for a bird on the attack?