A few weeks ago, I was attacked by a bird as I walked down our driveway. This bird, to be exact:
Of course, the only time birds care if you walk down your own driveway is when they have something to hide. She did.
Four tiny blue eggs. A few days later, the four tiny blue eggs turned into this:
They pretty much looked like something the cat hacked up. Fuzzy little balls. On the second day, the fuzzy little balls figured out how to do the blind begging for food thing.
Then on the third day, I caught them all waiting for food at one time.
On the fourth day, they started to open their eyes.
And they might kinda sorta actually be looking a little bit like actual birds, except for when I catch them all lined up sleeping.
Then they just look like fuzzy little balls with beaks.
Today they turned five-days old, but just looking at eggs to four-days old? HOLY MOLEY. I thought human babies grow quickly, but birds kick our butts on the growing up too fast thing. I expect to catch them flying any minute now.