leaving the nest
Most years, a pair of Oak Titmice build a nest in the rafters on the porch. This year, they started construction in five or six different spots before deciding on just the right one. About 3 weeks ago, their eggs hatched and we've had a front row seat in the nursery as they've grown.
In the last few days, the babies fledged, and now the show is over until next year.
It's wonderful and a bit bittersweet. We'll miss watching the parents' acrobatics as they dart around looking for moths and other bugs to feed their babies, and the confused looks of the chicks as they watched me hover over the bbq on the warm August evenings.
They grow up so fast.
Erik Ireland
Storyteller & Certified Mindfulness Teacher
Not Irish at all, I'm first generation Norwegian American, and a bit of an extroverted recluse. You'll usually find me in Northern California at the tiny off-grid cabin I share with my husband Joe, our good dog Bodhi, and a black cat named Ninja and his tabby sister Ashi.
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