On our back dock at The Store, we keep, among other things, a rack housing the supply of wood that we have on hand for various carpentry needs throughout the year. And many years–not every year, but quite a few of them–a bird, usually a robin, will make a nest in my woodpile. This year was no different, and as soon as I saw her making the nest I started keeping tabs on things. By sheer accident of a couple of pallets nearby, I was able to actually get a good vantage point to track the progress of Mama’s eggs and, soon, her babies. All this unfolded over the last two weeks:
Two hatched, one in progress, one waiting. Those little pink blobs are the brand new hatchlings.They don’t even seem to have eyes yet, much less feathers.By this day, they were starting to look like something bird-ish.Definitely birds!While taking all of these, Mama would be off to one side, yelling at me to get away. I made these excursions very quickly.This was this very morning. I went to check on the babies, and as soon as they saw me, they vamoosed in true bird fashion: they flew away. This one, the last to leave, landed on a nearby rail on a lumber cart for a few seconds before also departing. I like to think that they wanted to see me, their “protector”, one last time before heading out for their birdish lives.The empty nest.
The circle of life, indeed….
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