I was expecting to find a hatched baby finch on Sunday.
Instead, I found two!
I can really only tell it’s two because one egg of three is still there. Although I can kind of discern two different necks, one baby lying over the other.
I knew the eggs were due to hatch around Sunday, and all last week I wondered what the mother bird was experiencing. To begin with, she built—rebuilt, actually—her nest on top of the wreath on my front door, which means that any time we walk down the hallway or open any other doors in the house, she feels those vibrations. Is that a good thing, somehow? Is that a reason why finches like to build so close to humans, to feel those larger rhythms of life, perhaps trusting them to be benevolent and protective forces?
And I wondered—being a mom—if she could feel stirrings inside the eggs beneath her as she diligently kept them warm on these still-frosty nights and mornings. Eggshells are only so thick . . . Can she feel those tiny hearts beating under her, long before her chicks begin pecking their way out into the world?
So many good vibrations . . . .
Reminds me of the story behind the famous song. When he was young, Brian Wilson’s mother told him that dogs will bark at people who give off “bad vibrations.”
Inspired, Brian eventually composed the Beach Boys iconic masterpiece Good Vibrations.
Which leads me back to the naming of these three babies (in a previous post: Tiny trio). Finches are singers, and my son is a Beach Boys aficionado, so . . . .
Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Brian and Dennis (the latter of which was apparently revved up and decided to hatch early—how fitting).
Their brother Carl is due to arrive tomorrow.