The high wind meant an awful day among the trees, so we declined to go out and robin hunt.
It did infact calm down after lunch and on the pretence of a cup of coffee ah? We first stopped of for coffee and a quick shop, and then on to the birds.
Going past the wagtail nest, it was obvious that nature had indeed taken its course and two of her young had flown from the nest, leaving three bewildered leftovers behind.
On the return journey we checked again and three had become two. So no doubt we’ll see an empty nest the next time round. Well done Mum!
On a sadder note, Jill lost her clutch. The high winds had bought down a large branch from a tree which had upended the nest tree in its wake. Not sign of any eggs, or young, and I suspect she only just hatched them yesterday to this morning.
It took me a little time to find the male, he was squabbling with the neighbours over territorial rights. And eventually we found Jill, none the worse for wear, and already being fed by Jack, and sitting in v shaped branches, checking out the view in the new housing estate. Hope she picks a more secure tree this time.
Meanwhile the pair next door, e.g. further up the forest, have started a new nesting programme, so their previous young must be well advanced. All a happening thing.
A couple of hours later.
Birds as Poetry —— Just because I WANDER - --doesn't mean I'm LOST 