The bluebirds hatched early this spring. Flight training
started today as I lay facing their launch pad. When
they were weren’t eating, they were mad at mom and
dad and spoke gratingly in the demanding language of
newborns in our house and the birdhouse. As I watched,
mesmerized, they nervously surmised the feat of avoiding
the ground. And without a peep, unfolded those things
called wings, and fluttered face-down into the ground!
Up was a lot further than down! They spent the day
On the runway practicing for the flight home.
Brings you right to the moment - a special time when birds are so young. Well done, Glen !