Last week, I awoke to a symphony of chirping. The cats sat at the window, fascinated by the swarm of finches that swooped and landed and took off again, testing their wings. It looked like a graduation party, with half the neighborhood joining in the singing and dancing. Continue reading
Question of the day: Are the baby finches crowding the last egg, or is it possible that Number Four has finally hatched?
To recap, the eggs were in the nest by May 23. The first one hatched on June 5, nine days ago, with Number Two following a day later. Then we had the mystery of whether Number Three had hatched or not; on Tuesday of this week, it appeared he’d finally shown up:
Earlier today, I proclaimed the joyful news:
Number Three has hatched!
Number Four had better hurry up, because his siblings are hungry little buggers who will crowd him out to get to the food!
Several hours later, I checked the nest again, and I beheld this unexpected sight:
So, what was going on earlier? Were these two little scoundrels sitting on the other eggs? Were they trying to hide their unhatched siblings, hogging the limelight (and lunch) for themselves?
Or did one of them go online, see the state of the world, and decide to crawl back into his shell? (Can’t really blame him for that, but it would be kind of weird, if only because the last time I checked, the WiFi signal didn’t reach outside. Also, birds can’t read.)
Stay tuned for the next episode of the avian world’s hottest new reality show, “Really, How Many Eggs Are There?”
Just a quick update to let you all know that the stork visited the Finch family yesterday. Here’s the latest arrival:
“Feed me, Mama!”
Hope he’s enjoying his stint as an only child, getting Mama’s full attention as well as a peaceful place to hang out.
So here’s a mystery. Last Thursday, the nest held five eggs.
Here’s what I know so far.
First, my new tenants aren’t much for planning ahead. They moved in on Sunday. By Wednesday, this was happening: Continue reading
This morning, I woke to a chorus of chattering birds. At risk of anthropomorphizing, I’d have to say they sounded irritated, agitated, and/or downright pissed off. I didn’t understand why they’d be so stressed until I opened the front door and saw this: Continue reading