For the past several weeks the kids and I been watching life form before our eyes. Life of baby Blue Birds that is. The kids and I absolutely love our new home; one of the great things we love about it, the front porch that is covered. Apparently the Blue Birds like it too. There were two nests one of each side of the porch. Unfortunately the first batch of birds did not make it because another bird attacked the nest and all the eggs landed on our concrete patio.
Then we realized there was another batch of eggs in the other nest. So we have been witnessing the miracle of the little guys growing. It’s truly an amazing sight to see. There were originally four, one was dead on the patio. This whole life thing is tough business.
My daughter got upset seeing the dead baby bird and we had a lesson on how nature works. As we as adults know if there is something wrong with the babies mother bird will toss it out of the nest. Or it could have been four was a little too crowded, one rolled over and one fell out. Regardless it was sad. We’re sappy like that.
Looking at nature is wonderful. My mother and I did it all the time and I learned even though it’s pretty you don’t touch animals when they are born. I learned this lesson with kittens that were born in the barn. As cute as they were if humans touch them mama may not anymore.
Over the past few weeks I have taken pictures without disrupting the nest. I wanted to share with all of you photos of these little guys over the past few weeks.
Last week one of the birds (I called him Fred) fell out of the nest. Carefully without putting our human scent on him we put him back into the nest. This morning those 3 baby birds took their first flight out of the nest.
I was sitting out on my front porch when they decided it was time. Mama bird was not around. Infact, when they all were out of the nest she came into feed them; to find them gone. I had all ready witnessed the great escape. I had never seen how this happened before. Truly it’s an amazing thing to witness.
It started while I was out having coffee. I heard something hit the house and then I saw it was a baby bird. He made quite a journey all ready, because he hit the opposite side of the house by the porch. I looked up and saw two birds in the nest peeking out, flapping their wings. The next one was working up the courage to take that first flight. He just jumped and hit the wall about 3 ft from the house. Then the last one took a little time but finally jumped; this little guy didn’t get very far…straight down on the concrete slab.
For the next few hours I watched carefully. I wanted to get pictures, but I also didn’t want to disrupt the process. It reminded me of when both my children took their first steps. The neighbors probably thought I was a fool talking to the bushes and encouraging them.
Each of the birds ended up in the bushes that are next to the nest. One by one, on their own time each of them came out of the exact same spot. I couldn’t believe it, all the nooks and crannies ad all 3 of them came out the same way. They flew….they fell; they crashed they hopped, the entire length of the house to the back yard where we have a beautiful setting for birds.
This entire process lasted several hours. I found them in the backyard. One was not up in a tree and I looked carefully to make sure I wouldn’t step on any. Then I looked up into another tree and there two of the were. Gaining the courage again to try flying. Little flaps there, a few falls there. mom and dad both were not far off
If I lost track of the birds I looked up to see where mom and dad were. They had a perimeter set up that they guarded. The baby birds had to figure this out on their own, mom and dad weren’t near them, but were ready to protect them if need be.
Again it brought me back to moments as a mom. It also reminded me of my very first day of school. Mom hid behind the pine tree at the end of the lane way. I wanted her to. Years later she told me she stood behind the tree bawling her eyes out. I had several moments like this with my own children. I found myself wondering how the mom and dad blue birds were holding up. I was a nervous wreck and they weren’t even my baby birds.
For those baby birds it will probably be maybe a couple more weeks; maybe even days then they will be on their own. The first flight for a bird happens just once and then they are off into the world. For us as human parents, there are several first flights or as we call them milestone, that we witness with our children.
Whether it is watching your own children take their first flight or watching baby blue birds take their first flight it’s an amazing process to watch.