Time to light the fire. Hmm, not enough logs to keep me going: out to the woodpile.
OMG, there’s a bird’s nest.
Hmm, must be abandoned, let’s take it out and have a look.
Ahhhh… he (she?) must be brand spanking new, eyes still closed. Barely hatched. Put it very gently back, hope he (she) survives, where are Mum and Dad, will he get eaten?
Over two or three days he (she) pretty much doubled in size, grew feathers and spent his/her time with his/her beak pointing directly upwards, waiting for Mum / Dad to bring juicy worms, sprigs of leaf, whatever. Hungry. When I left he/she was still there, but looking ready to fly very soon.
Next visit:
The family had left their carefully crafted happy home, along with the young’un, and kindly donated the uninhabited habitat for me to marvel at and preserve. Never been so close to Nature’s doings, huge in scope, tiny in detail. Happy swooping, baby pidge ❤️
How do they know how to do this?
Aidan Walker 