Flight plan
A few days ago, the second brood of new phoebe birds left their nest at my house. I’ve tried unsuccessfully to even imagine what it must be like to be a newborn phoebe, probably about 3 inches tall, being pushed out of a nest that was about 10 feet above the ground. All of this, of course, while being expected to then immediately start flying, something I’d never even done before. Next being told – who knows how, or by whom – that in just a few days, we’d be leaving to migrate to Mexico.
