Home is surrounded by fledglings and chicks, very sweet! Poor ole’ Dad and I spend our days carefully managing feed, water, and shade sources, while ensuring the dogs are keeping their curiosity at bay.
We tread softly between gates to not squish a fuzzy fluffball of cuteness chasing after mum, or to tread on a hatchling fallen from a nest (none of the latter so far thank the gods).
I’m up at 5am shoveling the overnight fresh layer of mold growth in the feed area…tarped during the day to prevent this!
And we fret, o how we fret. At Mother Nature’s (actually Father Poseidon’s) indifference to the fate of these vulnerable lives we are smitten by. Evidenced with waves of strong winds, tropical summer heat rays, intermittent rain pelts, and the relentless wave of myna and pee-wee birds keen for a meal of freshly feathered wings.
Thankfully, the local hawk seems occupied with her own brood (I assume) as her predatory shadow has not swooped above us…
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