Little Hydro is looking markedly more like a bird today. He is sporting a mohawk and unseeing eyes. Still not exactly the fluffy adorableness I’m waiting for though.
Apparently, it’s a good thing my chosen vocation isn’t coroner. In a crazy Easter miracle, our first baby bird isn’t actually dead like I previously observed. This is clearly additional evidence that I know absolutely nothing about birds…or babies…or breathing. Continue reading
With a heavy heart, I broke the news to my kids this morning. Our baby bird from yesterday still hasn’t moved and doesn’t appear to be alive. The other two eggs are still unhatched. This may turn out to be a more somber science lesson than I anticipated at the beginning. I guess of all days, Good Friday is an appropriate time to talk about life and death.
Oh baby! Gazelle (finally) has something other than an egg to watch over! Joy and rapture! She was still on the nest just an hour ago – but on a hunch, I checked again before lunch.
These birds are never going to hatch. Ever. They’ll be the first eggs in the history of the universe to just decide to stay in there. Why am I watching a nest anyway? I don’t even like birds. Yet here I am like some kind of dopey idiot checking on a bunch of twigs and an evil mother bird who doesn’t follow any of the rules of her species. (sigh) As if you haven’t already figured it out…still no babies.
We spent the morning at our co-op, and since it was pouring rain and mostly dark when we left the house, I decided to leave the nest alone until we returned. Continue reading
On a garden walk around my mom’s bursting-to-life yard, I spotted a little Chestnut-backed Chickadee, who obliged my camera bug and stopped for some photos. How considerate. Continue reading