I heard quite a bit of chattering as I walked around the back pond area, but I didn't give it much thought. I saw a bluebird bringing nesting materials to the purple martin house.
I walked over to look at the "bog" section which during dry season isn't boggy at all. As I glanced up, I saw a Blue, B-52 bomber headed straight for me.
I walked over to look at the "bog" section which during dry season isn't boggy at all. As I glanced up, I saw a Blue, B-52 bomber headed straight for me.
I stared at the bluebird and reminded him that I was pretty far away from the nesting box and to chill out. I looked up at the pine tree and saw an interesting coloring on the pine cone so decided to take a photo. Just then Mr. B-52 flew at me again.
$*(#&)% WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM??? I exclaimed. As I turned, not 3 feet in front of me was a new fledgling, standing quite still. Ahhh, dad was on the ball. And I guess mom was too. Already building for brood three when brood two is JUST out of the nest.
FLEDGE DAY! So often missed as the babies quickly leave for parts unknown.
Somewhat later in the day I saw not one, but TWO hawks positioned around in the trees, waiting, waiting, waiting. They didn't catch anything on MY watch.
2 comments:
I never see the fledglings unless the bird like robins nest close to the house...how cute!
You have the bestest yard, Red! But hey, hawks have to eat
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