Last night, the winds came. One thing can be counted on in Colorado Springs: heavy, porch furniture-toppling gusty wind storms that last for hours and knock the heck out of an unprotected garden. As I slept unevenly through it, I repeatedly reminded myself that the nest on the light fixture is very firmly attached, and is probably more secure than one in a tree, being whipped around everywhichway. The chicks are fine this morning, they didn't blow away, I am glad to report. Yesterday afternoon,... Sign in to see full entry.