I don’t see limpkins often at Chesnut Park. This morning in mid-June, I heard what sounded like baby bird crying. The sound was coming from far in the corner near the lake. Three almost grown baby limpkins were still being feed by mom. They were the size of the parent but were still making that hungry baby bird wheezing noise. Mom was busy pulling up one snail after another and feeding each of the babies. I sat down on a bench under a picnic shelter and watched them for a while before heading home to eat lunch as well.