Spring is here and everything is blossoming. Some weeks ago I have observed two birds collecting twigs and fling into a bush in my backyard. They were obviously building a nest. Soon they seemed finished and only one of the was flying in and out. After some time, I approached the nest carefully and picked a look. There were small baby birds with the mom in the nest. Some days later, I observed the dad bird flying around but not anymore to the nest. I had a bad feeling. And then he didn't come back again. So, I went to the nest and my fear turned out true. The baby birds were dead. The two birds are now buried in my backyard. I wished this post had a happy ending but it does not. Consider this an arbutiorier. Little Branda and Flamingo Joe, you had a short stay here.