I was woken this morning by a house wren loudly singing atop the wren box I put up this spring with grand hopes of attracting the tiny little powerhouses. I’m hoping that they take up residence, especially after being woken up last night to what Guy thinks was owl babies screaming for their dinner. Me, I’m thinking it was a fox/coyote that had a rabbit he/she was taking back to the den, still alive for training purposes. It went on for a good forty seconds, which is ages when you are laying in bed, hearing something screaming.
But nature isn’t always ugly in its drive to survive. Last Friday, I found a broken egg shell under the nest of robins, so I figured we had nestlings, finally. They had taken up in a hanging plant, the nest fortunately being built very tall so I can still water the plant and not ruin the nest. It’s to tall for me to see into, even on a chair, but if I stretch, I can aim the bunny cam into in. A few weeks ago, I had a beautiful shot of four blue eggs. Then there were two. Now the eggs are gone, and we have nestlings! Ugly fuzzy blind nestlings that are growing fast. That first day, all Mom and Dad Robin brought back were insects, but now
they are dining on big fat worms. I’ve only been able to watch them for a few hours while I was outside on the porch this weekend, but it’s clear that the parents have a pattern that works for them: one on the nest until the other comes back with food, then they change places, and the other gets off and gathers another beakfull of baby robin yummies.
If you are waiting for Guy to email you about the mugs, he hasn’t yet. Apparently not all those tagged as spam come in within 24 hours, and he was waiting until they were all caught and put in the order that they were time stamped. You should hear something today. If you ordered within ten minutes, you probably got a mug.