bird-babies

Updated: May 29, 2025

After carefully taking his bearings by certain small elm-trees, and searching diligently about for an inconspicuous dead twig he had planted as a guide-post, our leader confidently waded into the green depths, parted the stalks in a certain spot, and bade us look. We did. In a cosy cup, almost under our feet, were cuddled together three bird-babies. "Bobolinks?" we cried in a breath.

Olive Thorne Miller - Little Brothers of the Air