Birdsong

After a few sorrowful finds of broken eggshells and fallen birds we scooped up in spoons to return to their too-high homes, it's now the season for chirps in surround-sound. The baby starlings in our bedroom wall are growing bigger and louder by the day, and those in the porch roof are doing the same. Tommy hit the jackpot, though, when he found baby robins in plain view, and he immediately wired the news to us all. Their nest was balanced on a stack of sawhorses in the shed.

The day he found them, I took these pictures.




And here's the watchful parent bird, who flew into the shed with this meal soon after.




Two days later, they'd elected a sentinel to scare those stupid, nosy humans away.



He eyed me over before deciding that I wasn't worth his time.





And then those greedy, little plumplings got their last home-cooked meal.



Two hours later, I came to take the clothes off the line, and they'd all flown the nest.

And as long as I'm posting lots of bird pictures, here's one on a roof. (Not one of those newly independent robins, though.)