A few days ago, Hubby and I noticed this bird’s nest near our front door.
So after we had taken a few (We didn’t go closer but stayed on the porch because it was easiest to see into the nest from farther away.), one of the birds surprised us by flying out of the nest. Apparently it was leave-the-nest day and we just happened to be there to witness that momentous occasion. Because just a short time later when I went to look at the nest again, they were all three gone.
After I pulled the weed and started to straighten up, I saw two little eyes looking at me from right inside the bush. Can you see him? He’s just about in the middle of the picture and toward the top. He was sitting very still, and I feel sure that he was one of the first-day-out-of-the-nest guys who decided to sit very still inside that bush and just watch the world go by until he could decide what to do next. When I returned an hour later, I looked for him again, but he was gone.
And when I went in the house, Hubby pointed out that one of the babies had been sitting on top of one of the chairs on the deck until just before I returned. And he observed, “They must not be allowed to poop in the nest, because look at all that came out of that one little bird!” I was sorry I didn’t get a picture of him, just his mess.
They are all gone now, and Hubby will now take down the nest, although I have every confidence that a new one will replace it next year. And as soon as we wash the evidence off the deck, all signs of the “coming out party” we witnessed will be gone. But it was fun to get to see.