Thursday, July 04, 2013
A few weeks ago, we noticed a bird's nest in a tree that hangs over our back porch. A robin kept coming and going and we watched her raise up three babies. They were so fun to watch! The nest hung over our yard though, where the dogs go, so we knew we'd have to watch for when they left the nest so the dogs wouldn't hurt them. That happened yesterday. I got up in the morning to find two of them gone and the third perched on the branch next to the nest. A little while later, I found one of them dead on the ground under the nest. Rather, the dogs found it and I had to chase them off. I felt so bad. There was nothing I could do though, so I just picked it up and got rid of it. I went to class and my BF texted me later to say the third one was gone. He looked around the yard but didn't see it anywhere, so he assumed it made it out of our yard. End of story, right?
Then this morning, while we were futzing around trying to hang our flag, we kept seeing fluttering under our rhododendron bush in the front yard. I went to check out what it was, and it was one of our babies! I could tell because he had hardly any tail feathers and the red feathers on his chest still had baby spots. But he was so big! And he flew a few feet out into the grass! He looked healthy and capable. I feel much better now, knowing that at least one of those babies actually has a fighting chance to grow up.
Isn't it interesting the kind of thing that just makes our day? Happy Independence baby bird!