Waiting to be fed

A mother cardinal built her nest right up against one of the windows of our back porch.  One morning, I was able to get a few pictures of the hungry baby birds waiting for the Mom to return with breakfast.  The quality of the last picture isn’t good, but I really like the expression on the baby bird’s faces as they wait for her to return (and keep an eye on me).

“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.”  ~J. B. Priestley