Well, my relief was short lived this morning when we found a poor, little chick on the ground beneath the nest. It was on the brick floor and unfortunately will never know what it feels like to fly. I gently put it in a box and Amanda and I will have a burial service for it later this afternoon. I have to keep reminding myself that this is nature. But it still hurts. There are some things this city girl will never get used to in the country.
On a positive note, just after we noticed that one didn’t make it, another baby was on the ground. This one was hopping around, flapping it’s wings and following mama/papa. There are still two left in the nest and I’m sure they too will soon be taking that leap. Once out of the nest, they don’t really know how to fly. They will spend the next few days hopping around on the ground and learning how to fly. Of course, this is when they are most vulnerable but I think they will make it as we are pretty protected in our beautifully lush perennial gardens.
Will there be a Part V?