This morning the baby birds were still there in the nest, looking lethargic and hungry, but still surviving.  Maybe the mom has been feeding them.

This evening, still three babies, still very hungry, but still alive.  They appeared slightly more active and developed, so maybe there’s hope.  When I spoke to them, they responded, feed us!!.  I felt so bad for them, but there’s nothing I could do that would improve the situation.  At least it’s warm out, and the nest is very deep and cozy (and creatively decorated!).  Nature has to play itself out.

As for me, I did stuff, not a whole ton.  I’m always exhausted, but I push myself.  After all, I have incentives to stay alive.

Note the black and the white irises right next to each other–what are the chances?