...and Texture Tuesday Nature e-dition
It has happened every year for the past 4 years.
Frankie and I look forward to it every spring wondering if the fledgelings from the previous year will return and continue the tradition of bringing their own "babies" to our backyard oasis where there's an endless supply of stale bread and leftover meats and fats.
The signs were there that Mama Raven had her little ones as we see her & her mate so sparingly.
I got the text yesterday.
Mama Raven had come to introduce not 1, not 2, not even 3...but 4 fledglings! Like any new and proud parent (or total nature nerd) shared the news with co-workers and any one else that would listen!
So, the early a.m. feedings begin!
Seriously, these babies have very unique and unmistakable squeaks and squawks and announced themselves at 5 a.m. And just like a new mommy that runs to her baby because of hunger, I ran downstairs to gather the leftovers-all the while the babies sit form their perch and wait for me to put food in their feeder. I slip back into the house, return to my seat at the kitchen table and watch with wonder and humility that I get to witness another year of one of Mother Nature's most glorious gift.
Sharing over at Kim's Cafe