It was an exciting day when we saw the scrawny little chicks for the first time. At first they were silent when their parents brought them food, stretching out their long necks and opening their mouths wide. But soon they became noisy little things, the presence of their mom or dad sending them into a frenzy of pleading for the treat they were bringing.
Every day, they seemed to double in size.
We noticed how cramped their nest became. We watched as, encouraged by Mr and Mrs Finch, they started to balance on the edge of the nest and flap their wings. They practiced for days… never quite brave enough to take flight.
They became little birds before our eyes.
And then today, as we watched, the first little chick teetered nervously, flapped his wings and, lo and behold, he became a fledgeling. He flew! Just a few yards into the Bower Vine, but he did it. Soon he was followed by his sister. The other two tried but just weren’t brave enough… they stayed safe and sound in the home they have known for 11 days. Perhaps they will fly tomorrow? Perhaps the next day.