Shortly after my arrival in Cadrieu last summer, I was out working on the land around the barn. Pruning the butterly plant beside the barn, I discovered this black bird nest. I kept working. When I went back to check on them, one of the five was hatching. I was mesmerized. It was so quick. In moments, I had a hungry little guy on my hands.
I was touched. I said: "Sorry sweetie, I'm not your Mama!"
Through the open front windows and all during Jazz Fest mania, I've been hearing the voices of baby birds in the front of the house. I'd been watching but couldn't really see anything until the last day. There in the rafters above the windows, snuggled into the corner between the wood and the mesh to keep the pigeons out; I discovered a long and thin ice-cream cone shaped birds nest.
Mom was busy. I don't know how many little mouths she had in there, but she was everywhere. She clearly had safety on her mind to choose this spot. I've noticed that many of the bigger birds are predatory here. She had to become a real acrobat to feed her babies, but those little moths didn't stop opening. The little voices continue. I know when they stop, they'll be on their way to lives of their own. I expect flying lessons soon. Last May it was Mother's Day baby birds in Cadrieu, This May, it's Jazz Fest baby birds in New Orleans. I'm enjoying getting my baby bird fixes no matter where I am in the world.
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