Okay…let’s get the sadness out of the way first.
My Bluebird family of four has become a family of three as one of the babies seems to have met with a less than fortunate fate. I know it happens, but I still get sad when one stops showing up.
The sweetness is that the remaining youngster is an absolute hoot to watch.
His parents clearly tell him to stay on the branch…
…which means that he will clearly ignore them and follow them to the feeders.
Most of the time he sits perched with his beak wide open, waiting to be fed.
Mom brings him a steady stream of mealworms…
…and so does Dad.
I had to laugh as I was watching this young fellow. A Robin landed on the branch, sending Mom and Dad flying to shelter; but this little bird brain strutted toward the Robin with his beak open, expecting to be fed.
Instead, the Robin flapped him off the edge of the rail onto the deck below, leaving Junior wearing a “What in the world was that all about?” expression on his face.
There’s no denying that I have fallen head over heels for this sweetheart. I keep telling myself not to get attached; but alas, it’s too late. But really, who could resist such a cutie?