Once upon a time, two little wrens decided to create a loving home for themselves.
They picked a blue ornametal bird house, hanging in our patio, and loveling built a nest inside.
Eventually, the nest was built and babies were born.Everyday, mom and dad would take turns and bring muncheables for the babies.
I honestly could not tell which one was mom and which was dad.
Needless to say, I took a photo or two at every possible occasion.
Then one day I saw the babies hanging out.
They were not afraid of me.
Therefore, clicking I did.
I couldn't wait to see them learn to fly out of the nest.BUT!!!!Something bad happened!.A summer storm hit, one evening, and the next day the birdhouse was empty.
Mama wren sat on this chair, the whole day, calling the kids.
But there was no sign of them.
Eventually, she left never to return.
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Nature can be cruel. We once had a blackbird nest in our garden. We watched all the comings and goings and as far as we could make out the nest was plundered by a Crow. Mother Blackbird was distraught and was backwards and forwards making an awful lot of noise but there is nothing you can do.
ReplyDeleteIt is the way of nature - what happens when we aren't watching the 99% of the time can't always be understood, though likely inferred. For the mother to exhibit that kind of behavior, the fledglings probably didn't survive, for whatever reason. Most likely they got out before the storm hit and were stranded, and, as with too many song birds, cats got them. It is, unfortunately, an all too common story in suburban America.
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