Wednesday, May 22, 2013

The Lost One

Everyone loves blue birds.  Right?  I mean what birdwatcher doesn't put up at least one mathmatically designed bird house that has just the right opening for a bluebird?  This doesn't mean that other birds will not use it, nor does it mean that the bluebird won't rent out a totally un-metric place to raise his/her young.  There are tons of posts on how to build a bluebird house and how to make the hole the exact optimum size (1.5 inches) and where to place it in your yard.

Last year the bluebirds used our ceramic house beneath the deck with its three inch wide hole.  Photos are here from that post.

This year two males and perhaps one female went in and out of that jar throughout February and March, but never settled on it.  Instead this year, a bluebird couple picked the brand new bluebird house that we had mounted on the arbor in March.


The female laid at least 4 eggs 9possibley more) that I could count on my quick peek, but everytime I went around the arbor to weed, or plant, or pick flowers, the male would 'snap' his wings with a click and then chirp and dive bomb me.  I tried to stay away as much as possible.  He was fearless and fearful.

This morning when hubby opened the front door to look at the front yard, we saw this little fledged bird on the porch looking tremendously lost.  


At first we guessed it might be a blackbird or cowbird because it looked pretty big.  Then when I studied the eye shape, I thought it might be a robin.  It did not fly away and allowed me to get close and snap a front view.



You can see from above that it is a little blue bird.  Its legs seem deformed, but I am not an expert on bird anatomy.  We tried to perch him in a nearby tree and he tottered over and then flew to the ground under the flowers.  I waited and watched for the parents for almost twenty minutes and they never showed.  All summer the parents had perched on this trellis or the fence posts, but they must have moved their young into the deep woods.


We put the fledge back in the house and actually brought it some caterpillars, but we did not see it feed.  Finally a bird rehabber told us to release it where we had last seen a parent.  We did and it flew through the fence into the woods only inches above the ground.  I hope he/she makes it, but I think this forlorn baby was the last of the group to hatch and is deformed in some way.  Sad, but it will be food for something else, and the bluebirds will probably build a second nest somewhere else.  We have a number of houses, so I will keep my eyes open for another clutch before the summer gets too warm.

17 comments:

joeh said...

Babysitting for my son and dil they have a blue bird box on an old swing set they bought. They did not know it had a bbb. A family has moved in, and I am very excited...I know, I am an amateur bird geek!

Brian Miller said...

awww i hope the little one makes it as well and is not too badly hurt...and that the cats dont come prowling...

SueAnn Lommler said...

Poor little guy. Great pics!!
Hugs
SueAnn

Celia said...

Good luck to the baby but the wild world is a tough place.

Joanne Noragon said...

We've had bluebirds check out our yard for two years, now. We are not prime bluebird real estate, but I think loss of habitat is making them look anywhere. We're building bluebird houses at this moment. Maybe next year.....

Red said...

Yes , people are all too willing to help and many times the help is necessary but many times these little guys are better off left alone.

Hilary said...

Oh that sad little sweetie. Thank you for trying to help. I hope that it's end is swift. What a face.

Kat said...

Aww. Poor little thing. I would have wanted to help too.
His legs actually look okay. They are goofy like that in young birds.

I hope he will be alright.

uttara said...

sad .. :(

Granny Annie said...

It is so easy to form attachments to these wonderful creatures of nature and to fret over their safety.

ellen abbott said...

It surprises me that any baby birds survive at all considering they leave the safety of the nest before they can really fly and it's not like mom and dad have teeth or claws with which to protect them.

One Woman's Journey - a journal being written from Woodhaven - her cottage in the woods. said...

Sad..

Bob Bushell said...

They are waiting for their stomachs to be filled, beautiful.

Mage said...

Goodness. Here the hawk chases the crows, and the crows have a new baby. Year after year, these are our bird songs. LOL

Dave King said...

I know this scenario so well, though not with blue birds. It is a worrying situation. I join you in that agony of hope -- hope s/he made it.

Reena Walkling said...

Oh I hate this when it happens. We have seen several fledglings falter around the ground and it is hard to leave them to their own.

Linda said...

Baby birds are so delicate. Your little one here looks like he/she knows Mom should be closer..... where is she? I hope the little guy makes it anyway. A beautiful story, Tabor. Thanks for sharing.