Scout, Jem, Dill, and Boo Radley are growing and preparing to leave the nest. Harper Lee spends less and less time at the nest and I haven't seen Atticus Finch for a while. Every once in a while, I catch a glimpse of the babies standing up in the nest, stretching their wings and testing the air, so, I imagine it won't be long, now.
While I will be sad to see them go, I am more than ready to get rid of the nest. I don't know if you know this, but, baby birds make quite a poopy mess.
Anyway, it's been an adventure watching them go from tiny blue eggs to fuzzy mutant creatures to fine feathered friends, and, if Harper, or one of her kin, want to return next year to rebuild and repopulate, I won't complain.