That empty nest feeling
26th July 2019
Every year I have that same conflict of emotions when I watch the youngsters fledge, doesn't matter what breed of bird they are, robin, blackbird, woodpecker etc I feel invested in their upbringing, knowing I have done all I can to provide a safe place to be raised and laid on a varied, daily, buffet for the parents to feed from.
In this instance I have got out my virtual hankie to wave goodbye to the second family of swallows. This is one had a bumpy maiden flight but fortunately it was more of a dent in it's pride rather than a physical dent.
After a lot of encouragement from it's air borne siblings and parents, a visit from an inquisitive, passing, pheasant, who got rather harried in the process by the whooping worried parents, this little swallow revved up its engines and was last seen swooping over the roof top.
The drama didn't end there however as the weather changed for the worse the youngsters were led back by sensible parents to the shelter of the cart shed.
Another success story and as long as you know when to stop the story line, a happy ending!
In this instance I have got out my virtual hankie to wave goodbye to the second family of swallows. This is one had a bumpy maiden flight but fortunately it was more of a dent in it's pride rather than a physical dent.
After a lot of encouragement from it's air borne siblings and parents, a visit from an inquisitive, passing, pheasant, who got rather harried in the process by the whooping worried parents, this little swallow revved up its engines and was last seen swooping over the roof top.
The drama didn't end there however as the weather changed for the worse the youngsters were led back by sensible parents to the shelter of the cart shed.
Another success story and as long as you know when to stop the story line, a happy ending!