Guess Who Flew the Nest.
No.
Not this guy.
Chase is still around.
(My nest must be well feathered).
I am talking about the little quartet that hatched exactly two weeks ago.
The baby robins were doing some pretty awkward flying off the porch this morning.
This one sat there for about 5 minutes before mustering the courage to sail away.
(Stupid Picasa won't load my other pictures for some dumb reason).
Now that they are getting big, the baby robins crap all over my porch and I had to move my chairs and lay newspaper down.
Gross.
But I think they are really close to leaving my home and exploring the big world! I feel so proud (HA! of course I have not done a damn thing other than observe their little beginnings. Matt on the other hand took time out every day to dig up a few worms to help mama robin out).
PS: Did I ever tell you that Chase contracted viral meningitis from a bird crapping on his head while we were vacationing in Mexico?
True story.
PPS: Is this not the cutest picture of Murphy?
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4 profound comments:
Huh. I always thought that being shat upon by a bird was good luck. Not so much, eh?
Great pics! We currently have no less than four nests around our house. Yes, here. In Chicago suburbia. Go figure.
I didn't know you could get meningitis from bird poop! Wow, that's scary. And, of course, bird poop is why we put the birdhouses OUT IN THE YARD not on our porches. You, apparently, have been chosen by the great bird god to protect and preserve.... so good to hear from you, again!
i've missed your updates. please write more.
also, i changed my blog url. so it might not be coming up in your blogroll...
http://sayitsimone.blogspot.com/
xo
simone
Those eggs are the prettiest color EVER! How fun to have that nest all up close and personal.
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