A few weeks ago while working in the yard (okay, so Chris was working and I was reading--details, details), we found an amalgamated mess of twigs and coconut husk in one of our hanging plants on the patio. Chris peeked into the planter and a bird flew out, hitting him in the glasses. I don't know who startled more, Chris, me, or the bird. We left the nest because, hey, we're not homewreckers.
Yesterday evening I was outside reading when the previously startled bird flew back to her nest chirping. Tiny, squeaky chirps answered her, and she dropped in the food she carried.
She's a mommy bird now!
I grabbed a cigar, slapped her on the back, and admired the newborns.
Then she flew to our fence, perched, and chirped, watching the planter. Was she off to find more food but wanted her young to know that all was well? Was she doing a security check, making sure I wasn't a danger? Was she trying to encourage them to come to her? Was she exhausted and exasperated and just needed a second alone, a woman can't even go to the bathroom without all the chickadees following?
Pam, I'll have to take a picture so that you can tell me what we have.
*Fifty points if you can tell me from where I pilfered the title.
Yesterday evening I was outside reading when the previously startled bird flew back to her nest chirping. Tiny, squeaky chirps answered her, and she dropped in the food she carried.
She's a mommy bird now!
I grabbed a cigar, slapped her on the back, and admired the newborns.
Then she flew to our fence, perched, and chirped, watching the planter. Was she off to find more food but wanted her young to know that all was well? Was she doing a security check, making sure I wasn't a danger? Was she trying to encourage them to come to her? Was she exhausted and exasperated and just needed a second alone, a woman can't even go to the bathroom without all the chickadees following?
Pam, I'll have to take a picture so that you can tell me what we have.
*Fifty points if you can tell me from where I pilfered the title.
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