The baby sparrows are growing fast, still with no feathers. The Momma sparrow grows increasingly upset the older her babies get and, though she didn't dive-bomb me as I took the picture, she flew awfully close and squawked all the way.
I love having this little nest of babies on the balcony but would have to get rid of them if it was a nest of squirrels. I'm still traumatized by the times the hideous things invaded my attic.
I'm not sure how I'd get rid of a nest of squirrels but it would have to involve my poor grandsons. Knowing Matt, he'd probably take them and set them up in a safe place far away from his Gramma.
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