Sunday, May 15, 2011
Post-fledge bluebird nest . . .
I removed the nest and swept out the box. It's been ten days since the bluebird nestlings morphed into fledglings, to use my friend Pearl's description of the elevating moment. By now I've seen both Sir and Madame Bluebird a couple of times each in the yard, and surprisingly, at the feeder. Still keeping my fingers crossed for a second brood, but no sign of nesting activity at the box since fledge day.
Here's a close-up look at what the baby bluebirds left in their nest, for those who like the nitty gritty down and dirty details. No wonder the Parents Bluebird were kept busy carrying off what the books call fecal sacs. Not sure I would describe them as sacs. They look to me more like simple blobs of you-know-what. Click on photos to enlarge.
Whatever . . . I'm leaving tomorrow for a two-week retreat to work on another writing project without distraction, and may not be blogging during that time. Unfortunately, I have finely-honed procrastination skills regarding my intentional writing work---so much so that going off to a place of solitude and reflection seems to be the only way to get back into my story and stay there.
Blogging started out as an exercise to prepare my head for REAL writing. Little did I know how much I would enjoy reading other blogs and interacting with their authors! I have to put myself on blogging restriction if I intend to complete the 8th draft of current manuscript by July 31st, as is my goal. Here's hoping if I state it publicly I'll be more responsible. dkm