I came home a week or so before Christmas and the three babies were bursting out of their nest. We had a few quite warm days aso little mother didn't need to sit on the nest, which was just as well as there was no way she would have been able to.
I grabbed the camera and took this shot. As I was snapping, one of the babies hopped out of the nest and perched on the branch.
Then, he suddenly took off like a bullet and disappeared over the mulberry tree. Meanwhile mum was swooping around my head and dive bombing me.
And then there were two.
I was a little worried that I might have pre-empted the departure, but by next morning the nest was empty and all three and the parents had gone.
Two days later later Don reported that he had seen the two parents with the three little ones flying around the silver birch in the back garden. So all is well. I wonder if they will nest so close to the house next time.
I hope so.