There they were, wee-little naked baby birds, yelling at me for food. I couldn’t help them, but I knew she’d be back because the crafty thing had found a way to get under the garage door.
I took pictures daily after that but none of them came out very well as that is NOT my talent ... adding to the charm that naked wren babies blur up quite a bit in photos. Yeah, I know. That was my fault too. ANY-way! I was shocked to see how quickly they grew their feathers.