Don't Mock Me

A few weeks ago, we found a nest that contained 4 little Mockingbird eggs. It was at the end of our porch in a bush. We watched the eggs forever. Then one day we found this.

Aren't they cute with their little fuzz?

A few days later they were larger and stronger. They even had little voices.

A few days later they had grown lots and real freathers had started to grow.

Then the rain came. They were so much bigger and wet. Poor Mama bird was working her self silly trying to keep up with the feeding demands of 4 growing birds. She was always flying in and out with food and boy was she having a bad hair day. She would land on a chair right in front of Tyler's bedroom window before going into the nest. She was one wet bird. I felt sorry for her.

Today, Tyler was opening the front door to take a letter to the mailbox and what did we see? A baby Mockingbird. It was scared and so were we. I grabbed my camera and felt like I might need a helmet with Mama and Daddy bird hovering over.

This little fellow found his way into the back yard. He was very good at hopping.

I found this one on my neighbor's driveway. He was scared to death. Poor fellow. Oh, the trouble that comes with being a star.

He did good at posing with the kids. I was afraid for them to get too close. I didn't want to have to bandage any wounds caused by bird beaks.

Isn't he cute?!!!!!

This one was also in the backyard.

These two were hiding in the corner.

I'm sure this one was saying, "Mom, the humans are too close."

Today, Mama Mockingbird was sporting a cute ruffled skirt. She wanted to look great for the debut of her chicks.

So, all that is left is an empty nest. I have empty nest syndrome, again.

(Well, there is always kildeer nest number two in the back yard. Stay tuned.)