Back Yard Birds in Spring

 

 

 

 

This is the way the story goes;

Mother bird: "Ah! A moment to myself! I can close my eyes and eat this worm in peace!"

Two brats on the wall: "Look, Bro, I think Mom's got a worm!"

One brat flies down off wall: "Gimme Gimme, Ma! I'm the baby, see my big pink mouth?"

The parental scrub jays have been having an incredibly busy spring, raising three youngsters and getting enough to eat themselves. There is not a single bug left in my garden, not a snail, either. They have even eaten the beneficial hoverflies!

The next post is Mother or Dad, can't tell which, resting in the late afternoon shade.