I added a new photograph to Creative Journey in my Photography section, Baby BirdHard thing about nature — the survival of the fittest.
There is a small spot under the eave between our front porch and the garage that is the perfect hollow for a tiny bird nest. For the last three or four years, we watch mama and papa bird dive bomb into that hole, build a nest, and carry pine needles and worms into it.
After several weeks, we start hearing the peeps of the babies. If we're real lucky, we see their tiny heads peek out every now and then. That miracle of life took place again this year.
Until yesterday. Yesterday, the peeps were louder and more frequent than usual. And on the front step, this little baby sat, huddled. Not a good sign. He'd been thrown from the nest. The rest of the family didn't seem real happy. They made a lot of racket.
This morning, we found him dead on the driveway. Dale buried him in the fairy garden.
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Miracle of life.
Miracle of death.
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