I’ve made more progress on my Bugling Bull Elk Painting and here it is for you to enjoy;
I’m eager to share lots more information with you about this painting, but I’m not going to wait until it’s finished. So here it is….
I’m so excited about my latest painting, I couldn’t wait to share it with you.But there’s more coming; be sure to watch the other parts Coming Soon…..
We thought we had lost one fledgling, but later came to learn that they easily blend into the landscape of our yard. And we now believe that all three of our babies have survived quite satisfactorily, despite our efforts. And my worst fears were not confirmed.
The cherry season is almost over, but the robins have had their fill for the past two or three weeks. After the fledglings have left the nest, the robins began harvesting cherries, even though they were not entirely ripe.
The way they harvested the cherries was quite unique: the adults would fly up into the tree, pick the cherries and drop them on the ground. After flying back down to the ground, they would pick them up and stuff them into the eagerly waiting mouths of the young fledglings, who would typically take one bite and spit cherry out. The mommy would then patiently pick a cherry up again and feed her fledgling another bite. This would go on and on until her baby had consumed the whole cherry.
She continued performing this task patiently for most of the morning until all three of her fledglings had their fill. Luckily the daddy usually helped by feeding another baby. The fledglings would remain on the ground and excitedly rush over to the cherries as they fell from above. And begin with their behavior of wiggling their bodies, and opening their mouths; doing all they could to ensure that mommy or daddy would feed them.
From along the back fence, enters a baby squirrel. He almost immediately discovers this is a great deal! All he needs to do is stand on the ground under the tree and wait for the cherries to be delivered to him.
But there seem to be enough cherries for all these creatures to have their fill. Our robin family has staked out our back yard and protected it from most other intruders. They feel safe here; have found plenty of food, including cherries, worms and strawberries. We’re hoping this will continue.
The youngsters are fully feathered, but still have the speckled juvenile appearance. They seem to spend most of their time and in our yard, where they have not only food, but also water and several birdbaths, plenty of trees that providing camouflage to protect them from possible enemies.
It’s so great to see all three of them acting cute sitting in the strawberry patch waiting for momma to come and feed them.
Now the male seems to be displaying some courting behavior. Again, we are waiting for the robins to patch up the nest, in anticipation having a second brood this season. The nest, however has been frequented by several sparrows and finches who have for reasons unknown to us, attempted to throw some things out. They do sometimes chirp loudly and seem to be trying to attract a mate. But the robins have responded by repeatedly chasing these other birds from their nest.
We anticipate that the mother Robin will stop feeding the babies and become broody again. Meanwhile, the male robin continues to patrol and protect his territory, our yard. No other robins are welcome here.
Mother Robin faithfully sat on her nest with little three eggs for several days. We noticed nothing new until we found a pretty blue eggshell on the far side of the yard, a long way from the nest. We later discovered robins often remove the shells and take them far away from the nest, in order to avoid giving away the nest location to possible predators.
For the past few weeks we’ve been watching mom and dad Robin vigorously and faithfully hunting and digging worms and cramming them into the three greedy little mouths. As a result these little guys are growing like crazy and are now even developing new feathers. I wondered about the new feathers poking through their delicate little skins. Is it like a baby teething, and is it painful? — only a Robin would know.
So life is good for our three little baby robins, nestled comfortably and quietly in their nest. They seem quite contented, and rarely even chirp. In order to get their needs met, all they need do is open their little mouths.
Stay tuned for further adventures…
We then experienced a windstorm with gusts over 30 miles an hour, after which the female robin was nowhere to be found. We waited in vain, and finally searched our yard and found a few bloodstained feathers; but no further traces of our female robin. Our only conclusion was that she must have fallen prey to a hawk, since they are common in our area.
For the next several days, we witnessed the male robin continued to guard his territory and wait in vain with the return of his lady love. We thought he looked somewhat puzzled and dejected, but continued to guard his territory by fighting off all other male robin intruders. We were so sad.
About four days later, another female appears in our yard and another courtship begins! Our boy is finally successful, and his new mate completes the building of the nest. Almost immediately, she begins laying eggs, and we are ecstatic!! She lays a total of four eggs, and tends them on a regular basis. The male continues to support her, protect her and guard his territory.
We are now waiting in eager anticipation for the eggs to hatch. To be continued…
For several years we have attempted to attract some birds in our yard. Despite our efforts, which included building several birdhouses, moving them on multiple occasions, supplying abundant nesting materials, and feeding the birds regularly, we never attracted a single family of birds. Every year, our birdhouses remained vacant.
Last year he moved to a new home, in a new location. After arriving in June, we put up our birdhouses …but again were disappointed with no takers. We decided it was probably too late for the nesting season.
This spring, we moved our robin nesting platform to a location near our house. Just under the eaves, near a large elderberry bush, where we believed a nesting female would feel more secure. In eager anticipation, we watched many male robins visit our yard and battle for territory. Finally one male emerged dominant and began searching for his lady love. We eagerly watched as he approached many females, but was unable to generate much interest.
Finally, two or three weeks later, he found an acceptable mate. We continue to watch in eager anticipation until she began building her nest on the platform. Needless to say, we were thrilled. Finally, a bird had accepted our hospitality! Over the next three or four days she built a very nice little nest. To be continued…