Shlomo is frustrated with me. I have known this for two whole days and yet to share it in the world of blogginess. Our chicks are hatching. At last count, there are two. However, the finches lay eggs every other day and there were four eggs, so who knows if there will be more in this nest or not.
Often you see babies and think that is a face only a mother could love. I will tell you right now, I am clearly not a mother. I want you to imagine a naked pink gremlin the size of a peanut. That is what they look like right now. It will be about three weeks or so before they are big enough to leave the nest and about six months old before they have their adult feathers.
Although they are the Burgess Meredith of the bird world at the moment, it is still pretty exciting. I have mentioned our lack of success with our fish procreating (Shlomo--I still blame those scavengers you love so much!) and both of the dogs have been spayed. With Shlomo and I reproduction is limited at best. So, anyway, babies in the house...it's great as long as I don't have any 2:00 a.m. feedings.
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Wah HA! At first I was mad at you for not posting photos. As I read on, I became grateful to you. Your word descriptions are enough for this overactive imagination, thank you!
How are the Burgess babies??
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