Babies! Wait, OH NO!

My sister has been hounding me about getting pictures of my baby birds, and I have been putting it off because the new parents are extremely protective and I didn't want to fry the babies' brains with the flash on my camera. So, tonight, I pushed my camera through their little cage door, and tried to poke Toffee and Cricket so they would get off their babies, whom they were sitting on. They refused to budge, until I let the flash go and Toffee furiously tried to escape, squashing babies on his way out. Men...

Cricket, on the other hand, stood by her babies, and when I attempted to poke her out of the nest, she hissed at me. I got one good picture of the babies...awwww!

BABIES, MY FOOT! THEY ARE FULL GROWN! They just can't fly yet...and they look a little unkempt...It sort of reminds me of how adults refuse to leave their parents' homes and mooch off of them until the parents get tired of it and throw them out: "Sink or swim, kid!"

Kind of like when I was engaged...hmmm...My dad was happy to see me engaged to a person who walked upright (any person...), and happily bid me farewell, and moved me out of my bedroom...a week before I got married. I was consigned to the dungeon in my parents basement, and had to share the room with my dad's old recording studio junk, oh, I mean, exquisitely kept vintage recording equipment...ahem...not that I am bitter by any means...