I'm so excited.
The brown-headed nuthatches have fledged, and there is a small, almost spherical one hopping up and down angrily and yelling--an almost mechanical, staticky sort of chatter, like a blast of off-white noise--on a stub of branch a few feet up from the deck, while the adult patiently flies between my sunflower seed feeder and the branch to shove seeds down its darling offspring's throat.
And I should be working, so that's it for now.