I’d be careful, that’s what the security chief said just before the raptor got him in Jurassic Park.
Saturday afternoon and Oscar is a full four weeks old today. Emmy’s 27 days old. Although a day younger, Emmy has started hopping up onto the green concrete verge of the balcony and staring out. Oscar can’t quite get the hang of jumping up, bopping into the low round bar each time. Maybe it’s because Emmy is smaller. But she’s clearly noticing there’s a world outside the balcony.
They’ve both been doing helicopters, even lifting off the floor a bit. Flying will come soon.
Monday night. Oscar and Emmy are 30 and 29 days old. They’ve been lifting off the ground slightly while doing helicopters and making short flights across the balcony floor, but today they finally flew up to the top rail, a big step. As usual with all the squab siblings, these two are sticking together for now.
In recent days I’ve personally seen Ladyboy flying back and forth along the top rail to get our attention when she’s hungry. Very funny.
Wednesday morning and they’re 32 and 31 days old. A full month by any measure. Yesterday they started flying to the window frames, leaving the balcony for the first time. They grow up so fast. sniff
When do the new eggs hatch?
New hatchings could happen this coming Sunday. 
The wife tells me little Emmy jumped up in the window three times tonight. But she didn’t seem to be begging for food, although the squabs are eating birdseed now (but Dad’s vomit is still tops with them). Said it looked like she just wanted to see in.
Sunday morning and no new squabs yet. Could be anytime now.
Oscar and Emmy are both five weeks old this weekend. Emmy’s started flying farther afield, but Oscar still hangs close to home. His favorite spot is perched on the edge of the Living Room, opposite whichever parent is sitting on the eggs. But Ladyboy, so protective just a few weeks ago, keeps pecking halfheartedly at him, trying to get him to leave. I think both current squabs have stopped getting feedings from Dad now and are eating regular food.
Anticipation! What did you say the new squabs will be named? How about a contest to name a future pair, with SS chosing the contest type?
Jimmy and Jamie. But the last time we tried something that resembled a contest, back in Big Pidgee/Little Pidgee days, we ended up with one dud egg, so it didn’t work out very well. 
Sunday evening and we’ve noticed a little dent in one egg. Jimmy may be trying to break out. Watch this space.
And Oscar flew far afield today too. Possibly with Dad, as he seemed to return with him.
They grow up so fast! Sniff
Monday morning and we have a new squab! Little Jimmy has hatched. We haven’t seen him yet, he’s still underneath Mama, but we do see a large half shell, and she worries something beneath her from time to time. 
Caught a glimpse of little Jimmy as he was wiggling around under Mama. Cute little bugger. Go back and look at any of the photos I’ve put up of hours-old squabs, and that’s what he looks like. 
Aww! Welcome to the pidgee flock, Jimmy!
I have my own personal potential wild bird flock these days. A resourceful little wren built a cunning little nest in an old wreath on my door. The nest is wedged between the glass panel set into the door, woven into the branches of the wreath, completely invisible except from my living room. Mama bird, who has been nicknamed WreathWren, or WW, doesn’t seem to mind the humans spying on her, even with our noses about 2 inches away. Could be that she can’t see through the frosted glass very well.
Anyway, she’s got 4 little eggs. I expect they’ll be ready to hatch in about a week.
Send pictures!
Meanwhile, we have the other squab. Jamie hatched out early this morning (Tuesday morning), a day after her brother Jimmy. We had seen cracks and dents in appearing in the egg yesterday. Dad, ever his usual persnickety self, disposed of the eggshell. Five-week-old (38 days today) Oscar’s being a pain to Mama though. His favorite spot to perch is the edge of the Living Room on the other side of the deadwood that’s sticking up. Ladyboy, so fiercely protective of him just a few weeks ago, now seems to consider him a threat to the new eggs/squabs. She’ll sit there on the nest with one wing twitching angrily, and she’ll peck at him halfheartedly from time to time, but he seems oblivious. He just wants to be in “his spot.” Dad doesn’t mind him there.
New photos soon, of the old and new squabs alike.
Wednesday night, and Jimmy and Jamie are two days and one, respectively. But the old squabs, now about 5-1/2 weeks, have worn out their welcome. Not only are there no more feedings from Dad, but he’s started pecking at them angrily, even Emmy, his beloved little girl. Ladyboy today came around the edge of the Living Room to attack Oscar when he tried to perch on his usual spot. Guess it’s time for the kids to leave the nest, so to speak.
Aww. I wonder if Ladyboy would object to another “couple” nesting on the same balcony?
Little WW, or “Dubby” as my kids call her, has been on high alert. Also, apparently I miscounted or she wasn’t done laying yet, because there’s 5 eggs in there now.
Pictures! Pictures! 
It’d be a pretty difficult shot, to get a decent pic. The frosted glass does not lend itself to photos, and I’d have to either get up on a ladder and risk scaring Dubby, or take a blind shot by holding up a cell phone when Dubby is off “running errands”. Maybe the opportunity will present itself sometime. We’ll see.
My homeowners association is already pissed that I’ve refused to take down my “holiday decoration”. Hopefully I can hold them off til the babies fly.
Lots of tension now. Oscar and Emmy aren’t ready to leave. Dad and Emmy keep sniping at each other, as do Mom and Oscar. Oscar simply refuses to relinquish “his spot” on the edge of the Living Room, much to Ladyboy’s chagrin. He sleeps there all night.
Meanwhile, Jimmy and Jamie, four and three days old now (Friday morning), are growing.