Precious Nature

Early May, Kevin told me that a couple of Mockingbirds were building a nest in our Photinia. After we cut the bush back to a tree, it seems to attract birds to build nest in it again. (There was a Cardinal nest earlier in the year. But a critter must have gotten to the eggs. The shells were scattered under the Photinia shortly after Mrs. Cardinal laid them.) Over the weeks, I watched the mockers come to their nest. First they checked on their eggs, and then they brought worms and bugs to the baby bird nursery. I always liked it, when the adult birds picked up these pesky June bugs out of my yard. That’s a few less fat bugs buzzing around my head, when I want to have a drink on my porch in the evenings.

Today, I heard a lot of cheeping in my frontyard. Chewbacca must have heard it, too. He looked out the front door. And there was Mr. and Mrs. Mockingbird causing a ruckus, because the cat sat by the door. That got my attention. I walked out on the front porch. Hm, no noisy little cheep. The adult Mockingbirds watched every move I made in the frontyard. Still nothing! In this heat, I decided it was better to go back into the house. A little bit later, I heard a high-pitched “Cheeeep, cheeeep, cheeeep”, again. This time, the adult bird flew over to the Texas Sage. I went outside, looked in the bush and saw a precious little fluff ball. Awww, it’s a beautiful little fledgling. Since the Northern Mockingbird is the Texas State Bird, I have to be very careful around it. But this little guy/girl made my heart melt.

Five Little Ducklings

What you gonna do, when your 8-year-old and her 9-year-old friend walk with five ducklings in a box to your house and knock on your front door? That’s a good question. After we asked the girls, where they found them, Kevin and I were debating what we gonna do with the quintet. Then I released the ducklings exactly there, were the girls found them. I kept an eye on them, while they walked toward the creek. And that’s where I thought were they belong. I followed them with a safe distance. One was stuck under a car, because a cat “trapped” it. No duckling for dinner tonight, Mr. Kittycat!!! I startled the cat, and it ran under another car. But what did that little duckling? It follows that darn cat. After I blocked the way to the cat and its sibling called louder, the little duck finally reunited with the other four. I don’t know, if they made it. But all five waddled happily to the creek. Hopefully Momma Duck is waiting with the other siblings down by the water’s edge.