This morning the birds were in full harmony welcoming this new day. In celebration of their song, I felt it only appropriate to share the joys of last summer. While looking for something else in the garage, I came across this little birdhouse and decided it was useless where it was. So I bought a bracket and put the little house up on a fence post just outside the porch window. It was a wise decision. My reward for my efforts was the pleasure of new neighbors. It was delightful, watching Mom and Dad take turns tending the nest.
Feeding the young just before they flew the coup.
They would fly back and forth with a watchful eye, exchanging places to tend their young. As the baby birds developed in the nest, sitting on the porch, I could hear them chirping away, singing their songs of life. The day I took this photo, was the day they finally took flight, leaving an empty nest and the sounds of silence. It was a rather sad farewell. I hope they will return this year to keep me company once again. If not, the birds are in abundance here, as was evident in their song this morning.
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