Sunday, August 29, 2010


We got another peek!
Mom and Dad are both gone, likely catching worms and seedy things to make bird milk for their babies.

So we nosed in with our camera, careful not to touch.
The babies seem completely unruffled by our intrusion.

They haven't been to survival school yet, so they don't know that they are supposed to be afraid of us.

They are getting little feathers, a process called "fledging". One more week and they will be "full fledged". Baby birds grow up fast.
Two more weeks after that, they are supposed to be out of the nest.
Seems awfully soon for something so little and vulnerable.
Stay, little birds, and I will take care of you.


Anonymous said...

Karen, what a special thing for them to be there for you. It is the little things for sure that we find joy in. There are so many times God does this for us, am glad you are able to take joy in it. Have a wonderful day and a good family time tomorrow night. xoxoxoSharon

Anonymous said...

This not a coincidence or accident that they have found comfort at your home and in turn, bringing you comfort as well. They are wise Mourning Doves to nourish their fledging with a nurturing landlord. Seems so appropriate for you and Joe, "Mourning Doves".
Love to you both,

Liza on Maui said...

I would say you are officially the surrogate grandmother of these baby mourning doves. Lucky them!

Anonymous said...

Love your dove story, listened to a semon from Kit today and low and behold it had something about doves. I love how God works. Love you sharon

Gberger said...

Lovely babies.
Speaking of babies and the nest, David's roommate is from MAUI! Isn't that an amazing coincidence? I thought of you right away. xoxo

Anonymous said...

Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home, your house is on fire, and your children . . . are with Karen, so don't worry about anything! Love you guys, Bill and Lu