Saturday evening Hubs and I were out in our driveway finishing up potting some flowers when we heard the biggest ruckus coming from the bluebird houses. Mom and Dad were flying all around and screeching loudly. It was almost night time so our vision of the area wasn't entirely clear. Then Hubs saw a baby come out of the nest. My hands were wet and muddy from the potting so I ran inside and washed my hands and grabbed the camera. When I returned things were fairly quiet and I didn't see any activity.About that time Hubs carried some potted plants to the deck and noticed one of the babies sitting still in the flower bed. It was almost night so it was hard getting a photo and these two are the best I could do.
I'm not sure why they came out of the nest so late in the day but I probably would have missed them otherwise. I carefully walked the backyard and found three little ones. They were hopping around and not flying and the coming night had me worried. I left the area so Mom and Dad could do their job.
Dad was always nearby keeping an eye on the youngsters debut.The next morning I again walked the yard and found one clinging to the side of my big old oak tree but as I approached it the baby flew off leaving me with the satisfaction that at least one of the three had made it safely through the night. I hope the others did too.
Posted for Wild Bird Wednesday.
