Now with a bit more room, the other three were a lot more hesitant to leave. It was much warmer and cozier up there. At least until the next afternoon, when a big monster with big, stompy boots thumped up the steps to the back door, like he'd done every day coming home from work, and caused all three birds to fly into an urgent panic to vacate their nest, literally scaring the crap out of them in the process.
I certainly didn't mean to do that!
|Two of the four hunting their morning breakfast. Still spending most of their time on the ground, but that'll change soon.|