I lift the lid of the nestbox, and Solina looks up at me. She hisses. Reaching in with a spare perch, I gently move her aside. One egg has separated itself from the rest. I see fluff through the hole in its side, and realize it's the body of the cockatiel still curled inside. I look for a few moments, hope that the little baby is in the process of hatching and not stuck, then remove the perch and gently close the lid.
I am awestruck by what I saw, a baby bird in the process of hatching. Ghost rushes back inside the nest box, and I feed the finches and the expecting parents before returning to the living room to let my pets out of their cages for the evening.
That night, at 9 p.m., I check the nestbox again, worried a bit that the little bird had trouble hatching. I peek inside, and he didn't. He's curled beneath mom, little yellow fuzz on his body. A star is born.
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