The Coolest Thing
As I was walking in the door from letting our neighbor’s dogs out, I realized that perhaps it is time to remove our wreath of red berries covered in snow that we never saw for two years in a row. It is time for the Spring wreath. But something caught my eye. Do you see it????
How wonderful is that?!? We have a nest! The birds in the area have always loved my wreaths - evidentally they enjoy diets of styrofoam balls. So, this time, they decided to make a nest in the middle of their food source. They are the TINIEST little eggs I’ve ever seen, and they are so perfectly shaped and colored that they look plastic.
AHA! Mommy mode set in - time for a science lesson! I showed the kids the nest, but of course, my lifting them up was satisfactory. Thank goodness the dining room is right next to the front door. I pulled over a chair for them to have a closer look…
(they really were much happier than this picture shows.) Of course, after the Oooh’s, Aaaah’s, and Ohhh’s were done, Gabe said, “That’s so cool mom! Now we’re going to have 4 pets!” Um, NOT! I explained that the mommy bird was somewhere and would take them away. But here’s my fear - what if our going in and out of the door has put a human scent on them, and she won’t come back? Is that a fallacy? I always heard that if you get too close to eggs, the mother abandons them. Is that true? If so, who in the world can I call to help these little guys out? The Humane Society? I don’t want them to die just because their mother was silly enough to put them in my fake berry/snow wreath! HELP!
how cool! love the pictures. The eggs are fine, just leave them.
Comment by Lee W — March 27, 2007 @ 7: 18
this happened to us a few years ago - a robin’s right above our sliding glass door. We just kept our distance and left them alone. One I totally forgot the babies were there and opened the door a bit too noisily. They hopped out of the nest and were not ready to fly. I FELT TERRIBLE! Brian (DH) tried to scoop them up and put them back in their nest, but they were scared and kept fluttering out again. The mother bird was frantically going from baby to baby to sit with them in the grass- squawking angrily at me. I never found out where they went. I still feel badly about it. : (
Comment by Tracy Whitney — March 31, 2007 @ 8: 05