It's getting to be like a Disney film around here -- animals galore. (Click HERE for yesterday's post about a doe, a rabbit, and a fox.) Except the fat gray squirrel shuffling around the yard under my office window isn't wearing a dapper hat. (No shirt either. Why do Disney animals often wear shirts without pants anyway? Weird.) If that squirrel was like a mouse out of Cinderella, I might get some help proofreading this manuscript or even tackling the kitchen floor where Eli spilled jam on it this morning. Sigh.
But I digress...
For weeks now we've been avoiding the front door because an Eastern Phoebe built a nest on one of the porch columns. Even walking past the front window meant the blur of an upset bird winging away as quickly as possible.
Mama Bird will sit on the edge of the gutter, giving you a stink-eyed look. Chirp! Go away!
Papa Bird has his lookout on the other side of the walkway. He never looks as irked as Mama Bird does, but he's a lot more vocal. Go away! Go away! Go away!
Today I saw Mama Bird zooming in with her beak full. Sure enough, something fuzzy rose up in the nest when she approached. Hatched!
I know there is definitely one baby bird, but I can't tell if there are more. I'm just going to leave them alone. After they clear out, I can go count eggshells.
General Disclaimer: Yup, the house is in need of pressure washing -- especially after all the nest-building.
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