
This is my little Birdie Buddy.
I got really Close, and s/he didn't even make a move to get away. It was awesome!
It’s my least favorite time of year. Our Blue Spruce trees become infested with birds, all nesting and raising annoying little chirpy birds, and emptying their crap on the patio. But there is one bird i like, it is the mama Robinthat nests on our front porch every spring, in one of my mom’s plants, usually her Fuchsia. This year, that poor Robin had to nest in one of the front yard trees, because we didn’t get mom her Fuchsia this year, but today I found out that she still had a successful spring.
For some strange reason (i think it was fate) I walked out on the front porch this afternoon when I had made it home and showered after the Buffalo FFA Horse Show, and all I could hear, besides my lovely little neighbor buddies, Dawson and Whitney, was a kinda weird chirp sound. Upon investigating, I found a little baby Robin in the Egress Window “well” in the basement. Feeling sorry for the little bugger, I jumped down, careful to not squash him, and I hesitantly reached for the baby bird, not sure if birds can bite.
They can.
I finally pulled down my Buffalo Cheerleader sweatshirt sleeve over my hand, and picked the screaming little mass up. By this point I would like to add the fact that there were like 8 Robins flying around screaming and diving at me, not a positive experience, i assure you. I put the little thing, I just decided i will name it Emma, down and shushed her off of the landscaping rocks, so she wouldn’t hurt her feet, and so she could get under one of the spruce trees for some cover.
But of COURSE it couldn’t be easy…
First, Emma runs out on the driveway. Stupid bird, she sticks out like a sore thumb against the light grey concrete. So i chase her back on the grass, she can kind of fly, but not enough to get away from big, scary me. I feel mean. I get her back on the grass, and she goes and sits under the Crab apple tree, so I decide to push her a little further, about 5 feet, to our 10 or 12 feet tall Colorado Blue Spruces. I get her under the Spruce tree, and that is when it gets cool, and I feel like such a dork because of it.
Three adult Robins start to chase the stupid “Grackle’s” away from my little birdie pal, completely ignoring me now, the have found a bigger pest, and threat to little Emma’s safety than me. So i go in the house to look for something to throw at the Grackles, and I can suddenly hear a bird going “chirp chirp chirp BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP.” I go to the front windows, and here is a mama/daddy Robin sitting in the crab apple tree, keeping watch over the baby, who was firmly nestled under a heavy bough just off the ground.
But there was more birds doing the same thing!
There was one in the Spruce next to my little Emma friend, and one one the power lines, both of which were doing the same thing as the first adult bird! They had the little birdie surrounded, keeping bigger, meaner birds away!
The Birds stayed like that for hours, PLUS when i finally found where my mom put her Digital Camera and went out there to take pictures almost 3 hours later, they were all still stationed around my little baby bird! I feel like such a dork, but it was honestly the perfect thing to balance out a terrible day, it just made me feel so aware of the things around me, to sit and watch those three birds watch out for ONE baby bird, like it was the most important thing ever. I loved it, and it feels awesome to witness that, and to just be that aware of what is going on around me.
i feel excellent.