Much to my surprise, only recently, I learned that we had three chicks in our front-door-wreath nest.  Not two. 

This makes me happy because I knew there had been three eggs.  I was afraid one egg either didn’t hatch or got tossed out of the nest.

But no.  One was being very wily and keeping extra warm at the bottom of the nest, under their two fuzzy siblings.

But my little chicks, traded in their downy fuzz for actually feathers and have flown.

Perhaps you’ve heard of empty nest syndrome.

I have it – literally.