Well, we're back from the "birdymoon"! Which is what I've been calling the honeymoon. Ned is grumpy that we didn't bring him too and have a bunnymoon.
Baby Phoenix is doing well. He's 6 weeks old now! He's all nice and healthy now and I'm sure glad to be home after a week on the road. He's been SUCH a pain to feed lately- he's refusing formula but not eating real food properly so I have to practically force feed him.
Baby Phoenix is now a big brother! The two eggs hatched while we were gone. I asked the pet sitter not to look in the nest box, but one of the eggs looked like it was only a day or so away from hatching when we left on the honeymoon. Of course the first thing I did when we got back from the trip was run and look in the nest box. The two little fuzzies are looking pretty good, I think the older one is about 5 days old and the younger about 2. They both look a little pale but I don't know what to do about that.
As you can imagine, I'm very disillusioned with the baby bird thing since I let myself fall in love with Kieran, Teddy and Neeja, just to lose them after trying so hard. I'm going to do my best to remain distant emotionally from the new chicks, until they're at least 2 weeks old. Of course I'll do what I can to help them, but no freaking out over everything. What happens, happens. That being said, do you guys think we should name the new babies? Paul wants to name them all after tanks because tanks are big and strong and maybe the babies will be that way too if we give them tank names.