The Little birds

June 22, 2016

Doug noticed today that the little Carolina Wren's nest is entered by both parents from the bottom.  It's a work of art, gracefully constructed underneath our Motor Home, Hula Girl.  I guess our needs are simple, but hey, we're fascinated by this process! It's an honor to watch the parents as they busily travel back and forth with tiny worms; they always seem to check with us when we're outside at the picnic table.  They know they're safe and that is comforting for all. At first, Zuma was attentive to the low flying flutterers but now she doesn't even bother to look up when one of the two tiny birds fly within inches over her head, their nest a mere two feet from her outdoor dog bed.  Soon, the fledglings will be out and about and we're very happy to be a part of this, witnessing the family's beginnings and waiting for the babies to fly freely into this mountain wonderland.  

June 30, 2016

We're really enjoying the Carolina Wrens nesting under our RV.   Both parents travel back and forth non-stop all day as their babies peep enthusiastically for the tiny worms that sustain them.  Their chorus continues most of the day and makes us smile.  Today we caught a glimpse of two of the babies peeking out of the nest; their heads the size of marbles, tiny feathers beginning to form, yellow beaks open and waiting for dinner.

We really need propane but that entails moving the RV.  Both Doug and I agreed we won't move Hula Girl to refuel until these baby birds have fledged.  Doug ordered an extra tank and fittings to get us through so we don't have to disturb the nestlings. We could go without propane if we have to, but this was a solution that would ensure the Carolina Wrens have the best chance to survive.  We're so honored these birds are nesting right next to where we sit and work every day. They've basically taken over here and, as bird lovers, we're fine with it. They feel safe and we love hearing the babies chirping excitedly as their food is frequently delivered by the doting parents.  Sorry, no photos, I don't want to upset the Wrens with a flash.

July 3, 2016.

We were away all day today and returned home to a very quiet campsite.  The usual exhilarating chirping has stopped.  It's hauntingly silent.  We were only here a few minutes and noticed. Then we checked underneath the RV.  The nest is destroyed.  The babies are gone, the parents are gone.  Talk about Empty Nest Syndrome.  We are so sad and cannot imagine how devastated the parents are feeling.   There are three feral cats hanging out here and they are the number one suspects.  Sorry to bum ya'll out.  (Tissues, please).  The Lord giveth and the cat taketh away.