A junco was feasting at our window box this morning. His head was much darker than Gazelle’s. It was almost black, rather than the slate grey of our momma bird. After a few quick clicks of the camera, he was gone, joining a lighter headed junco on the fence bordering our rockery.
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
My patience is being tested waiting for these eggs to hatch. I feel like the woman from the old Mervyn’s commercials. Open, open, open.
The last egg was laid 10 days ago. So by mid-week, we should have baby birdies. “Should” is a terrible word. It basically means something is going to happen…but probably not in the way you want it to. Ever. Just keep repeating “Patience is a virtue.”. Maybe I should take another nature walk today to take my mind off the eggs that are never going to hatch.
Not so secretly, I wanted to discover baby birds today. Alas. Just Gazelle. Still hunkered down in the crook of her nest. Just Gazelle, giving me the evil eye as I ducked down to see around the rocks.
At last! After a week of peeking around corners and trying to stealthily sneak a few frames of Gazelle on the nest, I arrived for my morning snoop when she wasn’t there! In this process I’ve discovered something new about myself. I would make a terrible spy. Espionage is absolutely not my strong suit. I’d be captured or killed within 24-hours I’m sure. America is far safer with me at home. Continue reading