Returning home from vacation to find seven more eggs.
Tonight we hear squeaks coming from the nest box. Two baby birds have hatched!
My house sounds like a rainforest with juveniles chattering across the room to their father who sits atop the cage guarding the new eggs. Daddy squawks and gets his kids roused and squealing. Soon it's too loud to even think.
Just like a father.
I'm certain Momma is sitting on that nest thinking, "Doesn't he know it's bedtime?"
Our last little girl is leaving Friday morning. Then the search for families for the new babies will begin. Hopefully, it will be the last time!