We have a nest of baby birds tucked safely away in the tiles of our terrace eaves. You can hear their tiny squeaks.
Every day the proud parents keep watch from all around the garden. That's what I have decided is the Mommy up there in the pine tree.
And the proud Papa sitting on our terrace railing.
I snapped these photos of them taking turns feeding the hidden babies. I love how he's watching over the situation, making sure it all goes down well.
And here they both are flying in to keep guard from the top of the tiles.
The Papa flies in with a juicy worm, wings spread.
Anyone have an idea what kind of birds we have living on the terrace with us?