Babes.
On the side of the garden facing The Pearl is a falling-down fence and a few small oaks. In one of these trees is a nest. In the nest are three tiny mockingbird chicks! Last night while dropping off a load of sand we noticed a mature mockingbird with a caterpillar in its beak. It stopped at the oak, and poked its head into the nest. We waited until it flew off, then snuck over to peek into the nest. The babies haven't even opened their eyes yet, but they open their wrinkled mouths to beg for food whenever they hear something nearby.
Life!
