by Linsey Lanier
WARNING: Some pictures in this post may make sensitive viewers a little nauseated.
Carol’s been blogging about her phoebes lately, so not to be outdone, I thought I’d tell you about the feathered creatures who have taken refuge in our carport. Especially after hubby got his cell phone and took some photos.
First of all, we’ve had a birth. Several of them, in fact. No, not me. It’s a mama robin.
Here are her four little chick-a-dees, all eager for a bite of food. (Kids can be so demanding.)
Hubby noticed this nest and the mama sitting on it for weeks and we anxiously awaited the hatching, hoping theneighborhood cat wouldn’t discover them before the little ones had a chance.
And here they finally are.
Hubby’s read they’ll fly away in about three weeks. They grow up so soon.
To the right is the proud Mama out hunting for grub, or earthworms. A mother’s job is never done. (Please excuse the weeds.)
In the middle of our carport sits the empty nest of the first invaders–I mean visitors(though they acted like we were renting from them).
Their babies flew the coop about a week ago. We weren’t sure what type of bird this was, but the mother was small and gray.Hubby thinks she was a Tufted Titmouse.
The mother was very protective, flying out of the nest every time we pulled up, trying to distract us. Lucky for her, we aren’t feline. (By the way, please ignore the white stain on the rafter. We’ll have to paint again. Sigh.)
And speaking of that stain, here’s the final photo (see above warning before looking). Our feathered tenants certainly made a mess, but at least they missed the car. Anyone know a good pressure washer?
So what has your spring been like?