Flying lessons
Our Carolina wrens fledged in the garage this morning, and we spent the day dodging bumbling baby birds and their frantic parents.
It’s hard to take pictures of baby wrens… they are very small and would rather climb on things than pose for the camera.
It is ALSO hard to avoid Mom and Dad, who are small as well, but certainly have VERY BIG voices when they are dive-bombing invasive species such as myself.
The babies are about 3 inches long…
… and a little fuzzy still, too.
There are four of them. Count the butts.
After a long day of flying, though, a bird gets hungry. What to do?
TELL MOM TO BRING PIZZA!
