Today I’m sharing a couple of my lawn pinks…
First a grove of Pink Crepe Myrtle that are just starting to bloom…Mother’s house sold this spring and I took a couple of dollars from the sale and the closing of her estate to add nine small trees to our side lawn. She loved Myrtles and I love thinking of her as I tend them. Spring rains got the coneflower off to a strong start. So far the deer have left them alone and they are filling this bed with happy Pink. It’s my Pink side of the yard.
I think this is the mother bird at the nest. It’s about the size of a small cereal bowl. It’s made of mud and fibers and hubby says it’s lined with fluffy fur or dryer lint.
It’s not a pretty nest…sort of ugly like the proverbial “mud fence” and it’s tiny for the four little birdies. We were just sure they would fledge today based on the wing stretching and flapping that has been going on for the last two or three days, but this evening they have settled in for another night. We have marveled at what good providers the parent birds are. They keep watch from the flower bed or a nearby small tree.
They hunt insects and feed and groom the lucky little ones all day long.
We will spend Father’s Day weekend watching the Leap of Faith as they leave the safety of the nest. Look at how high the nest is! We threw a couple of sheepskin rugs below the nest should one fall over before their feathers are able to support them.
There’s not much to hang on to as they learn to fly.
There is a small railing around the edge and a few lamps and shutters. But they will do what little birds do every spring. They will hop over the side and take wing. This has been such a safe spot for the nestlings, but we are holding out faith that it will be a good spot for fledglings. One of my favorite hymns is “His Eye Is On the Sparrow” and I’ll probably be humming it all weekend. Speaking of the weekend, let’s go see who Beverly has gathered for us to visit this holiday Saturday at how Sweet the Sound. Have a Pink Week.