How can I get anything done will all these babies in the yard? This morning I took 130 shots of them before I’d put my glasses on.
They’re western bluebirds. They’ll have a red breast.
I couldn’t get a shot of the babies being fed; it happened so fast. I was shooting by ear; staying focused on the babies, but listening for increased chirpage, which indicates Momma is nearby.
They nested in our birdhouses this year. Maybe that’s why we’re seeing them earlier than usual. Or maybe it’s the warmer, drier than usual weather.
I’ll have my coffee with the baby blues again tomorrow morning. I’ll wear my glasses. I want that shot of a baby being fed.
I’m glad they feel at home in my yard. I quite enjoy their company.
I ignored the Daily Prompt via Festivus for the Rest of Us.