The chicks are staying awake more this week and are finding their voices. I wish I could get a good silhouette shot of them when they are all poking their wobbly little heads up squawking for their breakfast. So far I haven't been fast enough to get close enough at the right angle but I did get some cute pictures of them.
They caused me a little undo stress because it seemed the nest was looking a little wonky and unstable...kind of tilting to the side. We were worried they would fall out so I carefully shifted the wreath so that it straightened the nest up.
We're still praying that predators stay away and we will get to see these little guys fledge in a few weeks.
It is not unusual for me to prepare a couple of blog posts at one time when I actually have the time to do so. This one I got ready on Monday or Tuesday and unfortunately, we woke up yesterday to find that a predator had gotten to our sweet little birds. We think the nest must have somehow fallen during the night and a raccoon or something of the sort got to them.
I don't think I am going to hang that wreath up next year. Our house is like the equivalent of bird hood and it's just not safe. This is twice that it has happened and I think we will probably be the house that all the teenage birds dare each other to fly up to.
Silliness aside it is pretty sad to loose the babies but the worst was watching the mama and daddy birds come looking for them. Hopefully next year we may be planting a tree or two in the yard now that the grass is doing so well and they can make a real home if they choose and have a better chance at survival.