Anyway, we got home, and I realized that a Mama bird must have made her nest in our eaves, because I could hear the babies loud and close. They sounded like this guy. (To be clear, this is just some video I found on Youtube. The sound is twelve seconds in.)
I hate listening to mockingbirds.I had one right outside my bedroom window when I was a kid, who was replaced every year by a descendant, and who squakked at me all night long and generally screwed with an already screwed up sleep schedule. So I was not pleased to have an entire nest of them nearby.
But then, the next morning, I went out into the garage, and I realized there was no nest. Just one exceptionally stupid fledgling who had followed our car into the garage the night before. Once again, The Idiosyncratic Eye came to mind. (Unlike her, I was not to be raising any babies.) He had hopped up into a window and gotten trapped in the blind. I had to unload a ton of crap from a messy corner to reach him. But then he hopped out under the car. At that point, he was no longer in distress and just completely annoying. I went for a camera.
While I was gone, he hopped on out of the garage and perched on the edge of a box.
I snapped a couple of pictures before he hopped further away.
And then this happened.
She didn’t even wait for me to leave. Just came right back to her baby. It was probably at the window in the first place because it could see her from there.
Mockingbirds might not be so bad after all.
Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.