Last Sunday, when Richard carefully parted the branches and leaves to look, he saw an egg.

Today I stretched as tall as I could on tiptoe in the soggy grass and peered through the foilage to see something fuzzy. As I watched, it raised its head and opened the tiniest little yellow beak.

Momma did too good a job of building the nest so it’s hard to reach – which means our ability to take a picture of the brand new babies is seriously limited. But Richard gave it a good try. It’s blurry, but if you look closely, you can see three little yellow mouths, all open wide.