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| Baby Grackles. Their parents have utterly fouled...or should it be fowled...my garden pond, dumping fecal sacs into it. Can't wait until they fledge. |
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| LOTS of these around this year |
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| Brown Thrasher. They nest in the wild roses near the lawn |
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| Baby Starling, yippee skippy |
The photo of the baby starling reminded of the starling chicks I rescued many, many years ago as a newly wed Army wife. We lived in Army housing and I had no idea what the baby birds were in the nest that ended up on our patio after a storm. I brought them inside and fed those things every 15 minutes from daybreak to early afternoon. They looked so scraggly, I named them Lenny and Squiggy from the Laverne and Shirley show that was on TV at the time. Once they fledged ( and I finally realized they were Starlings), their favorite place to roost was the rigging of the model ship my husband spent hours putting together. He was not amused and they were released soon. My husband patiently put up with many critters that our kids and I brought home over the years, but those were the last birds.
ReplyDeleteDenny, I have done the same thing! Raised those cute little birdies only to discover that they were starlings. Now I don't do that, but when I was a kid....lol
ReplyDeleteEvery year the Starlings build nests in a big Black Oak by the patio and every year the resident raccoon raids the eggs - except for this year. Now there is a nest with babies and I cringe to think of the carnage - even though they are Starlings.
ReplyDeleteJonna, hard to sit back and watch when such things happen, isn't it? I hate it when the crows cruise our old horse pasture, which is grown up to brush and full of nests of all sorts.
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