birds and bees

A few months ago, sparrows started building a nest outside our door.  We unwittingly provided them with plenty of raw material (a.k.a. my hair).  Well, the time came and the babies hatched.  It became very chirpy and noisy around here.

Last week, the parent birds became super defensive and would try to swipe our heads whenever we invaded their territory  (in other words, when we stepped outside our door).  I'm not an ornithologist, but I took that as a hint that the chicks were getting ready to fly.

Hi there

It's a long way down!

I know, our front gate looks like we live in a prison

Reuben kept a close eye on the nest to see if he could witness the first flight, to no avail.  Two of them flew off, leaving one cowardly chick a whole 24 hours to muster up the courage to jump.  One did come back that evening, however, to keep him company and spend the night.  The next morning, all of them had flown the coop.  As of 7pm this evening, they are back.  It's not an empty nest quite yet.

And then, there's the pollinators (not bees as I titled this post).  I don't know what else to call them other than that.  One would think that flower nectar would be their meal of choice, but Reuben doesn't think that is sufficient enough for them, and he feeds them honey.  They feed from his hand.  That boy can tame anything.

Spoiled rotten

That's all for now.  We don't get a whole lot of critters on the 26th floor so we have to make do with what we get.  

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