Sunday, May 26, 2013

Nesting season.

It took a while to find the source of the plaintive cries.  I was in a park, near a playground.  The voices of young children are a good at masking the vocalizations of baby birds.  Finally I spotted the nest hole.

Then momma flew in, was only there for a second.  One voice was momentarily silenced, the one who got the grub.

Off she went and the crying carried on, within the tree and without.  Raising children is exhausting.

1 comment:

Arati said...

interesting find