Today, Sara's babies hatched. At least two of them. I couldn't see the others well enough to tell.
Just this morning I peeked at our nest and was disappointed to see our four eggs untouched. And then tonight, I brought Ben out to check again and there they were. I warned the kids they would be ugly scrawny little things that won't really look like birds at first.
"Ugly like new babies are ugly, but then they get cuter later?" Allie, said.
"Yep, pretty much the same thing." I laughed.
But here's my secret. I actually don't think these few-hours- old baby birds are that ugly. I admit that they could use a bit of fat and fluff, but I think they are kind of amazing. And I cannot help but think how their tiny, pink, alien bodies, look remarkably like the pictures of my own babies curled up inside of me. Their skin was so translucent I could almost see their hearts beating inside them.
It's a miracle, this thing called birth. Even on this tiny scale.
Grow strong little birdies. We're pulling for you.
See? The black part is the beak, all curled up next to it's wing? Don't you just want to cover him (her?) up with a tiny receiving blanket?
OK, maybe that's just me.