Showing posts with label fledgling Carolina wren. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fledgling Carolina wren. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Fledglings


I'm Hungry!


A thin, high pitched, incessant cheeping drew my attention to the fledgling cardinal. It flew down from a tree above the feeder, landing on the deck rail near where its dad was gathering sunflower seeds, and waited expectantly, if not patiently.


Breakfast for baby cardinal


It paid off. The young ones have been running their parents ragged lately with their voracious appetites and pleading cries.


Carolina wren in grass

Carolina wrens were busy, too, searching high...


Carolina wren

and low...


Carolina wren feeding

...for food for the nestlings in the basket.


Carolina wren's first day out

They fledged this evening, just before dusk. One of them was perched on the woodpile as we walked by, and when we went inside, 3 others popped into view. They took short practice flights around the porch, cheered on by their watching parents.


Carolina wren fledgling

Tomorrow they'll be off in the wild blue, but we hope they remember home and come around to visit. We'll leave the light on.



Linking with Wild Bird Wednesday


Tuesday, January 17, 2012

R-Factor



The past few days, tufted titmice have been busy stripping sunflower seeds from the seed head hanging upside down on the porch.  They may not know that this action lowers the R-factor in the walls of the interior.

This same seed head serves as a hammock for 2 Carolina wrens, who spend their nights tucked inside the cavity.  Late at night, when I walk Barley, and pass them at eye level, the only thing visible is a clump of back and tail feathers, and I have to resist the urge to reach out and touch them.

Tonight I walked out on the porch at dusk.  They had just checked in for the night, and one little head peered out at me, unafraid, from her leathery fortress.



Three years ago this past spring, Carolina wrens nested on the front porch, and I was there when they fledged.  As the sweet things took practice flights on the porch, 2 of them landed on my lap and settled down on my well worn blue jeans, while their mother chattered at them from a short distance.  I wonder one of those fledglings might be the same bird now watching me from her night shelter.  And, if she is, I wonder if she's dreaming, on these cold winter nights, of lining her nest with soft blue denim.




Textures by Kim Klassen,
of Texture Tuesday.

Also linking with The Creative Exchange,
Deep Roots at Home,
and World Bird Wednesday.