A momma mockingbird built a nest on a tree branch just outside Eric's bedroom window. She'd been sitting in the nest for weeks, singing her maternal repertoire. Sometime betweeen yesterday and this morning, four hatchlings emerged. Now momma's busy with countless trips back and forth from yard to nest, scouting and pecking for worms to pulse down the throats of her insatiable brood, their downy gray heads bobbing for attention, yellow-orange mouths ever open wide in anticipation.
I wanted to take a photo of the new family, but Bob took my camera to Dallas.