Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Sweet Tweet

The mockingbirds have made their annual nest right outside my window, under the beams of the pergola with the rose bush branches woven in.  The last we dared to get close enough to check it, it had little eggs in it.

Today, we've seen both parents bring small, yummy bug meals to the nest, which leads us to believe the little rugrats have been born.  I've forbidden anyone near the nest, and hope that the feline population (our three plus the honorary member that really belongs to the family across the street but hangs out in our yard all the time) stays the heck away or they'll have to answer to me.  The babies must be terribly small yet because they aren't making those god-awful screeching sounds when the parents near the nest and they know they are about to get a morsel. 

In the meantime, as mom putters around the patio, the parents are none too happy about her getting too close, screeching and posturing as they perch on the cross beams just over mom's head.  Mom has calmly reminded them that this is her house, she has no ill intentions, and alright already, she'll move farther away.

It's a beautiful day out today and the yard looks truly warm and cozy.

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