Our baby birds have turned into teenagers.
We've been gone for a couple of weeks, and we wondered if our baby pigeons would have flown the nest by the time we returned. I think we missed out on their childhood. We had looked forward to their first steps, their first brave attempts at trying their wings.
They seem to have flipped to the stage where they are gone all the time, but we can tell they still live here by the giant mess they've left! There's a lot of noise, too, with cooing and flapping of feathers that all stops when we try to communicate with them. They hide behind the chair and give us the silent treatment. Don't get me wrong. I love teenagers. I disagree with all the people who bad mouth them. We had 7 of them and they were very interesting and lots of fun. They just take a special kind of love, with a lot of patience.
We have a couple more now. I guess I have to go out and clean up their room.