|Momma on the job|
So now I know that momma bird is doing what she is supposed to be doing. But here's the hitch. She picked the wrong yard to raise her young. It would be much better to have nested in a tree in the property behind the fence at the back of our property. Over that fence is a convalescent home behind which is a parking lot and an open area with a few walking paths where virtually no one wanders. The best thing about it is that the convalescent home has no cats. We, on the other hand, have two birders, mousers, squirrelers that act without remorse when around feathered things--without regard for the innocence of youth.
I'll be watching closely and hope to be able to tell you that the beautiful blue eggs have produced two healthy chicks. Guarded optimism is the order of the day.