Last week we discovered that the bird fearlessly nesting in our grill was another wren; this week she finally flew out to get something to eat, and we cautiously checked the nest while she was gone to see this (click on any of the images for a larger version):
The headcount -- or beakcount? -- told us that all five of her eggs hatched, making this our second set of wren quints. Since Mama was gone we decided to gently lift the rack and get a close-up shot of the babies:
From their size and general condition I'd guess they're about a day or two old:
I was worried they wouldn't hatch because the interior of the grill might be too hot for the nest, but despite temperatures in the 90's Mama spends most of the day in there, and they seem to be doing fine.
This definitely puts an end to our outdoor grilling for a while, but the babies are so damn tiny and cute I can't complain. What a spring this has been.