über mom

She works hard; bringing fat, green worms and moths that are still struggling to get away. Every few minutes during daylight hours, she's off foraging. Wouldn't you, with three adorable, half-bald babies with mouths that are bigger than their heads? Aww, little babies, if I could hold you and gently kiss your fuzzy heads without traumatizing you and your mother, I would very much love to. But let's be pragmatic; chop-chop little babies, I need to work on that part of the garden, I need you to grow up and fly away already.

Two, almost three weeks of daily gardening and I'm.not.done.