Remember the nest full of blue eggs?
I’ve kept an eye on them, much to the dismay of the proud mama.
Yesterday, when I looked in the nest about 9 a.m., this is what I saw…
About an hour later, I looked again. If you look closely, you can see that one of the eggs now has a little hole in it where the chick is pecking its way out.
I had to give a massage, so I went and did that. As soon as the massage was over, I went out and found a freshly hatched chick. Still wet.
Hungry too, it seems.
This morning, the last egg had hatched too. There are four babies in this nest.
When we first moved to this place, my mother gave me some iris tubers. One of them was pink. It bloomed a couple of times, and then it disappeared for years. Suddenly this spring, I noticed the tubers which had not bloomed for years made a reappearance.
This next one is one of a set of six different irises that Jim’s mother sent me the first year we lived here. She lived in California, and the box of tubers arrived here in early November. I found a place to put them in the ground, which was cold and wet. A couple of days later it snowed. I was pretty sure that those irises wouldn’t survive, but they certainly did. And they bloomed the next spring, too.
They’ve been blooming every year since.
Odd how such an ephemeral and delicate blossom can be so very very hardy and durable.