It's been quite noisy at our house lately. Incessant squawking in the backyard. Excessive numbers of annoying black birds. It sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock movie around here.
The birds are perched everywhere: On the birch tree above the glider chair, on the roof, on the fence, on the neighbor's roof, on the trumpet vines.
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| Sitting on our glider chair, looking up through the lattice at a bird perched upon a birch tree. |
They also have chased away the hummingbirds that feed outside our living room window. We prefer the humming to the squawking. But the humming has gone away.
Yesterday, we found out the reason for the influx of these noisy nuisances. The birds have built a nest in the trumpet vine about three feet from the hummingbird feeder. They are aggressive, protective and loud.
I climbed a ladder yesterday to get rid of the nest, but I couldn't. Baby was already born. Hatched. Alive. Compassion compelled me to endure the noise until baby eats enough beak-fed worms, gets strong, and flies away.
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| Risking attack from the surrounding feathered family, I climbed a ladder yesterday and found a newly hatched baby bird. The head and beak are circled. I had planned on disposing of the nest, but it was occupied by life, so I left it alone. |
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| Today the baby bird lifted its beak for a slippery meal. And got it. |
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