Birdies: or, The Mud Swallows Have Returned to What They Think is Capistrano...

Every year for several years, mud swallows have made a nest above our front walkway.  It's always fun to watch the baby birds that hatch.

 

A baby birdie up in the nest.  When my Dad was alive he would power spray the nest down every year after the mud swallows were through.  Now I think they just repair/build on the old one every year.

 

 

Every time I would go out to water the garden, or walk the dog, the parents would have a fit: flying around and chirping at me (or anyone else who dared come out the door). ;p

 

 

 

 

This year mom and dad appeared to have only three.    Here they are hanging out together.

 

 

 

Every year this nearly always happens: one of the little guys/gals dosen't fly as soon as his/her siblings. 

 

 

 

 

We do our best to keep an eye on him/her, and when we do we get chirped at a lot by mom and dad.

 

 

"Hey, what're  you looking at?  "

 

At one point, this little guy hopped off of the bricks and onto the easel I bought for my morning glories to climb up. :)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eventually he/she did fly away, forturnately--as I was told by the girls I was watching earlier this week.  I didn't see it myself unfortunately, but I was relieved to hear it.  With the just under two dozen cats in this neighborhood the birdies falling out of the nest always makes us nervous. ;p

Until next year....