There's a lot of activity in our backyard right now, and I'm not talking about the lawn chores Wayne and I are doing out there. Momma and Daddy Bluebird are working really hard to keep their little family fed.
We've had the bluebird house for probably ten years or more now. My good friend Charlotte's dad built the house...one for me, one for Bonnie and one for Charlotte, and Wayne mounted it on a post that's both sturdy and designed to prevent predators from reaching the nest inside. And almost every spring we get to watch the same ritual of nest building, egg-sitting and then feeding the little baby birds. The adults are a little cautious but it doesn't take them long to figure out we're not a threat so they pretty much ignore us unless we're really, really close to the bird house.
But you don't have to be very close right now to hear the baby birds send up a chorus of cheeps when one of the adults arrive with dinner. I can hear them on the back porch and even inside the house, if the wind is right. I'd guess there might be three or four of them. There is a hinge so we could peek but we never do. I want the little bluebird family to feel as safe as possible
I did, however, slip out with the little camera and take a movie of the activity this morning. Unfortunately, the microphone on the camera isn't very sensitive so you have to listen closely to hear the baby birds but they're a-chirpin'.
Now the trick will be to see if we catch sight of them learning to fly.