A special place

"If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, it is a special place where I spend my afternoon."

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Fly Away

    The chicks don't look like chicks anymore. And with as big as they are, I can't help but think that they've learned how to fly, and they just come back to the nest to take a break. But they were both sitting happily in the nest the day I was there and never even looked like they were thinking of spreading their wings.

What's going on down there?
   When I first got there, Mom and one of the chicks were sitting up on the nest, enjoying the view. Then, after awhile, Mom stretched her neck and took a look down into the nest. The other chick was about to get up.
   The nest looks so small now, and as big as the kids have gotten, there's just not enough room for all three of them to sit on top of the nest. So Mom gave up her spot.
   I would have liked to have seen them fly away, but no such luck. And I was there for awhile. But it was satisfying watching them grow up, and knowing that they had made it to this point.
    I'll be back down at the Plantation sometime and I'm sure I'll find an empty nest. Hopefully a hurricane doesn't blow the nest down, and it'll get used again.
  Now I'm waiting for these guys to show up!