I Want Out Of This Mess!
I would of never noticed the bird if it wasn't for its chirping. As I went to adjust the sprinkler, there it was on the ground by the rotatiller. After some observation I decided to get the camera. When I returned I expected it to of flown away, but it moved to higher ground. First on top of the wagon with garden stakes in it. Then onto the pine tree with her eye on her goal above. The momma bird, who was on constant vigil over her offspring. Her continuous chirping, or was it squeeling or squawking made her presence known. She fluttered from branch to branch at such a pace as not to be photographed. I kept my eye on the little guy as he kept his eye on me. After getting back from retreaving my other camera, the bird had assended closer to his goal. Was it the birdhouse above, or the higher branches where Momma is? A little higher, a little higher. I continued to observe this drama. I am sure in the birds eyes, a life or death situation. They thought I was an enemy to be sure. Mo...