A few weeks ago I found a bird's egg that had fallen from the nest and splattered on a doorstep. I was happily surprised to find two additional little eggs, still intact, snuggled into a nest above the door.
I didn't want them "relocated" so I watched and waited in secret for them to hatch. When they hatched, they were so ugly they were precious and then I watched them grow up too quickly. It seemed as if one day they had their little baby down feathers and just a few days later they had their driver's licenses. They were finally discovered by others when they left their nest, apparently, without permission because when their mother came back she squawked at them so loudly and for so long that it drew attention. Everyone agreed they were days from leaving the nest to opted against relocation. This morning, nature took its course and the little guys left (i saw them with my own eyes) and haven't been back. They behind nothing but an empty nest and a poop-splattered doorstep.
The cold air has settled some of the dust (we had a nasty dust storm here a few days ago) and the Mountains "came back" this morning. I guess there must be some truth to that old addage, "He doesn't take a baby bird without giving you a mountain" :) I voluntarily stood outside this morning in the cold mountain air sipping coffee and watching the sun rise on creation.
Good Morning, from Afghanistan.
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I have watched several baby birds leave the nest....none of them have been easy.... but.... I am so proud for each has found his/her way in the world! I did a good job! ;)
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