There are only three
baby Phoebes
this time. They fit
in the nest better
than when there were four,
although sometimes it looks like
the biggest of the three—
who doesn’t seem to have complete control
of its body—
might fall out.

On these 90-plus days
they seem to hang over the edge
instead of hunker down
in the mud and grass nest
as their half-siblings did
earlier in the summer.

Mom and Dad are always close,
in the Hackberry,
or sitting on the hummingbird feeder.
During feeding forays,
they both deliver food—sometimes,
zipping up to the porch
to the little gaping orange mouths.