Baby Birds

Two or so weeks ago Anna and I were walking around the outside of the house.  When we got to the side with the big row of trees I noticed a Mamma bird frantically chirping and flying from tree to tree.  At first I was completely and utterly freaked out and grabbed Annalise and darted to the front of the house with my heart pounding since yes, if you don't already know, I am afraid of birds.  They just freak me out.  Don't know why.  Always have and probably always will.  Anyway, after a while I could still hear her so my curiousity got the best of me and I carefully ventured back to the side of the house.  It was then that I noticed in the mulch in our lanscaping there were three baby birds laying there. They were still alive and while they looked like they were definately "older babies" (don't you love my terminology) they were not old enough to fly yet.  Stan trimmed the tops of two of the trees the day prior so I am figured that they probably fell the day before but we didn't notice them.  Nice.  So great, now I felt completely responsible for their state of affairs -- and I don't even like them.  At all.  We tried to keep them in the mulch for a few days they were kinda camouflaged there and could take shelter under the shrubs.  I noticed the the Mamma bird was coming to feed them so all was good there.  A few days passed and those little buggers began hopping everywhere.  I was so worried they would get in the yard too far and Riley would kill them so I would check on them as frequently as I could (Anna still asks to check the birds -- no fear of them at all) and made Stan wear gloves and shoo them back to their mulch home (I watched from a safe distance).  One day I went out and the Mamma bird was gone as well as her babes.  I am hoping that they flew off somewhere and nothing got them.  I am also hoping that they never, ever, ever, ever come back and that my husband never, ever, ever, ever knocks over another stinkin' birds nest!

Pointing out the baby bird

I taught her to watch from a safe distance by telling her they were dirty.  Since she generally doesn't like things that are dirty she stayed back.  Sorry.  Just had to.  Otherwise she would have walked right over and touched it and I probably would have died.

She used to squat down and talk to them!

Ugh.  Am I really blogging about this?  Makes me shudder just sitting here.

    Stan with his gloves YET AGAIN moving the birds for his crazy, birdhating, yetfeltresponsibleforthe livlihoodofthreebirds, wife. 

**On a side note, I was pooped on by another bird probably the day after these birds left.  See, that's the thanks I get.  Stan said that's just what I get for being a hater.