Dare I write a post with no photos? How very unlike me, but I want to try.
This evening I strolled across the road to peek in on the Bluebird nest. I was happy to find 3 little mostly naked baby birds, small but strong, begging for food. There were originally 5 eggs, one of which did not hatch and had been moved up into an unused corner of the nest. I am unsure of the fate of the 5th egg. I checked on the other 2 nest boxes, finding them still empty. I wish our little Bluebird family well.
Then I went over to the garden to thin out the greens. I love to just sit in that garden plot. It is situated in a field that is surrounded by woods on 3 sides. From the edge of those woods come the songs of so many bird friends... White-eyed Vireo, Pileated Woodpecker, Blue-winged Warbler, American Goldfinch. A flock of Cedar Waxwings flies overhead several times, as well as a small grouping of Barn Swallows. Looking around, I notice Mama Bluebird perched in a tree right at garden's edge. Quiet as can be, watching me: that mean lady who flushed her from her nest. We watched each other intently, then, in a flash, she headed off to find some food for her nestlings. I see a Robin and a Cardinal, and I am aware of how happy I am that the song of the Robin, a bird that now seems so "common," still brings me joy.
On the way back to the house a Blue-gray Gnatcatcher gets me attention. She's buzzing quite loudly, and I see that she has a meal in her beak. As she flits around in the tree, another Gnatcatcher calls from across the road. She responds and takes her meal with her. To a nest, I wonder? Sure enough, I find their nest in a tree close to the road. A very tiny, beautiful nest. It is the first time I've tracked a bird's nest like that, and I surely never would have seen it otherwise. Hopefully I will visit it again to take photos. Most importantly though, I hope it will remain safe and that her brood will be successful.
A light mist begins to fall, and I know some bad storms are off to the west, heading our way. Our creek will run strong again tonight. I look forward to sleeping with the windows open, listening to the rain. Listening to nature speak to me.