Climbing back into the shell

All the baby birds fledged a week or more ago. We had two nests on the pillars supporting the porch roof. See? Empty nest!



So at dawn this morning, outside my open window, comes the sound that a baby sparrow makes when trying to convince the folks to feed it. Loud and frantic, this juvenile sparrow is back in its original nest, trying to con anyone who'll listen to fed it. Woke me at the crack of dawn. The only one it attracted with those piercing calls was my cat. Once he showed up, the game was over. The poor sparrow had to fend for itself. Not a hardship in our neighborhood as the outside birds get my parrot's expensive leftovers. And every neighbor has a feeder, judging from the number of corncobs and peanuts I dug out of the compost yesterday. Did I mention that my squirrels all wear blue coveralls and straw hats? They're farmers all right. I don't mow grass, I mow corn stalks. Speaking of mowing, I found where this year's poison ivy is growing while mowing today. Tomorrow's agenda includes eratication. My tomorrow ToDo list just keeps growing and growing. Sigh. Rest now, work later.