This summer I had baby birds in one of the birdhouses I hung up. I'd walk by and hear chirp, chirp, chirp. There was a whole brood of them. One day, no chirping. The birds had flown away from home. I'd see them around the yard. It's funny watching them learn to fly. They'd play in the bushes. They used my outside table as a "fort" hopping around. This is a family portrait. So funny.
