okay, i'm not really sure if that is what i mean. remember the birdy eggs in our bbq grill? well, they hatched. i was so worried about them. i was wondering if they would ever hatch. i wondered if my rowdy boys had scared ma and pop away. well, i walked out there to get my lawn mower going, and i took a peek. i saw two naked and wriggling babies.
i will admit, i started to cry. where were the parents? these babies were just going to die without them. i was so upset i called my mom. then i called big d. then i went out in the front yard, away from the grill, hoping momma bird would come and feed her babies. when big d got home, i sent him out to get a picture, and to retrieve any dead bodies. to my surprise he came in with happy news. 2 babies were doing well!
and when i peeked in today, two hungry naked babies were squaking. is it bad that i love that?