A while ago, we mentioned the bird family that had taken up residence in the faux-balcony on the front of our townhouse. We’ve been tracking their growth carefully, much to the chagrin of the mother bird (who gives us The Eye if she sees us) and the cat (who would very much like to play with the guests, and by “play” we mean “eat”).

On Saturday, the babies were, well, gross. They were all pink, completely devoid of feathers, and damned near translucent. Also, their beaks are entirely too large for their heads. Here’s a picture; pardon the glare. We were in a hurry, as Momma Bird had just left.

<

p class=”center”>

Today, they’re actually starting to look like birds. Or, at least, tiny pinkish birdlike things, except for the enormous beaks and lack of discernable eyes. Still, they’ve got some feathers, and you the wings are taking shape. Also, if you walk across the wood floor close enough to the nest, the birdlike things appear to believe Mother is near, and begin waving their heads about, open-beaked, awaiting whatever mush Momma yacks into their gullets.

Hey, nature’s nasty that way. Plus, birds don’t have tits. Here’s a newer picture.

<

p class=”center”>

More updates as they become available.