I love painted gourds, they are not just pretty, they make the best birdhouses and nesting places one can offer in a yard. We have them since years and they never stay empty.
We try not to disturb the nest, try not to interfere with the feeding routine and hang them on trees away from our daily living. A gourd was still hanging on our porch -we were undecided where we wanted it- when a bird started to build a nest right away.
We left it there, she wasn’t bothered by us sitting there. She built her nest right above my smoking station and I could watch her do so. She looked at us and declared us harmless.
The babies were born, we could hear them, they were loud and always hungry. The mother flew back and forth for hours.
We were often outside that spring, always had to check on “our babies”.
One day I took the camera with me. Maybe she would let me take a few pictures and she did.
We knew they would fly off soon, that’s what birds have to do. “You are an adult, now spread your wings and fly” and one day they did.
I was there when they were ready…smoked a lot that day. It took only a couple of hours. The bravest one flew first, then another, until they were all gone.
Well, I was wrong, one stayed a while longer. Couldn’t make up it’s mind if it really wanted to give it a try. Then it did and landed right on the the edge of the chair beside me. That little one liked our yard and it’s home. The Baby bird looked at me and I could take this marvelous picture of it’s first day outside the nest. I wasn’t the only one with a bad hair day.
The bird came back for weeks, decided that the nest was perfect…didn’t want to leave. Mom came always by, but stopped feeding him. One day the nest was empty.
What a blessing it was to witness this so close.
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