They take turns,
relays of grubs and worms.
Three upturned mouths,
urgent in their need.
The parents must be exhausted,
so little time between feedings.
A constant chore,
answering the cacophony of chirps.
But today they do not fly far.
The rain has brought forth enough food
to feed the entire brood.
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Lovely! I really like the relay of grubs and worms and the cacophony of chirps. 🙂
I watched a house finch parent hounded by three fledglings yesterday and thought, This is why birds have such short life-spans – they get pestered to death! 😉
“A cacophony of chirps.” Wonderful!
Sounds pretty frantic, well expressed. Thank you I remember this in my own life!