Year 3 pandemic birds
For the third year now, I have baby birds on my balcony. They made a nest in 2020 in a hanging Ikea lantern, with a pane of glass missing, and they have come back twice now. I was completely obsessed that first year. Less so last year. And this year, I still enjoy it I guess, but it’s kinda old news now. Plus it’s pretty gross. I have puppy pads underneath the nest for the poop but it’s like okay go fly away now birds, enough with your poop.
I do like seeing the little baby birds. They are cute in an ugly sort of way.
There are at least three. I didn’t name them.
UPDATE: there are four. Four baby birds. I saw them all today when mama bird was feeding them. House finches, they are. Four baby house finches about to leave the nest.
UPDATE 2: two birds left the nest. Two remain. I call them Ryland and Ryland 2. He doesn’t think it’s funny.
UPDATE 3: the remaining two birds left the nest. They were gone when I woke up this morning. Just like that. And on the same day as Ry’s last day of high school.