This story began, I guess, on May 23rd, (as that comic shows) when I discovered my houseguests.

Over the course of several weeks I saw activity around the nest and the story continued on Father’s Day, June 20th, when I saw mom and dad feeding their newborns.

Since then I guess the kids got old enough to learn to fly (and I didn’t see any dead birds on the ground today, so I guess they all learned how) and everyone eventually left.

Of course now I have no excuses not to do this chore.

Rats.