These sweet baby birds were playing among some limbs and branches Wednesday evening while trying out their little vocal chords.
They flitted and fluttered, hopping up and down while catching the breeze in those fuzzy downy tufts on their head.
I sat on the front porch step, afraid to move too much for fear their mama (who was watching me like a hawk) would call them away. She was definitely giving out some warning trills. But this one stayed right up there on a limb, just like he knew I was photographing his cuteness.
They couldn't fly all the way up to their nest, so they hopped up the side of the tree. Those photos didn't turn out very well.
Baby Carolina Wren's are adorable, aren't they?!
Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they?
Have a blessed day in the Lord!