Each Spring or early Summer we have some little visitors.
Often they come in the middle of the night to raid any remaining bird food and also to empty out my flower pots just in case a seed might have dropped in one of them. They also must take a bath in the water I have set out for the birds, because the next morning it is usually the color of mud.
Last night towards dusk my husband called me upstairs--Two babies were out on their own without their mommy.
"Wow! " Look at this place. I think we hit the jackpot."
"But...but...There's something big over there watching us."
"I think we need to go UP."

"This might not be a good idea."
"I'm as far UP as I can go."
"Mom! We need help!"
"I'm tired....Maybe we should just take a nap till Mom comes looking for us."
"I smell something to eat."

"Just what we were looking for."
"Oh, oh. There's that light flashing at us again."
"Maybe we can scare it off if we look like a "two-headed monster."
"How do we get out of here?"
"Could it be this way?"
"It's scarry, but I think DOWN is the right way to go."
"Here we go."
"Will Mom ever come to get us?
to Show us the Way to Go Home."
"We're Tired and We Want to Go to Bed."