We host a nest of phoebes each year in the front porch rafters. I’m never sure if any of them survive the relentless predation of our cats, but each year I hope.
Yesterday one of the little babies flapped wings and stepped out of the nest.
Today it took flight. It made it all the way to a tree after a short stop on the porch rail.
Momma phoebe still brings it snacks and encouragement.
The nestmates do not look too impressed with their sibling’s feat.
About the voice behind this blog, Madison Woods
I'm a creative old soul living way off the beaten path with my husband in the wild Ozark Mountains. Besides homesteading, growing plants & making crafty things and newsletters, I write books and stories. My rural fantasy fiction, written under the pen name, Ima Erthwitch, usually takes place in a much altered Ozarks.
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