Secure, Undisclosed Location II

At first there were three, small, pale blue eggs. Nestled down into a cozy nest of straw and grass and an errant string or two. And then there were five. This afternoon, there was only one egg remaining - but this is a happy story. For the past couple of weeks, I've watched a female starling flit in and out of the fill tower to our underground propane tank. It seems her spring-time mission is coming to fruition.



A couple of sharp whistles gets these two to open their mouths, awaiting a treat. The other two must have only hatched this afternoon and have not quite figured out how to get their mother's attention. I hope the final egg hatches as well...