The New Hatchlings

Well, it turns out that I didn’t have to wait very terribly long for baby birds, after all.

I spent yesterday morning hunting out and knocking over any and all nests I could find inside the farmhouse, and getting quite a few adult barn swallows furious at me.  I know it isn’t likely, but I didn’t want to give them a chance to lay any eggs in the next 24 hours, lest their unborn babes go up in flames.  I have an especially soft spot when it comes to barn swallows, you know.

So it was nice, and needed, to find that the three blue eggs down in the nest box are now three baby birds, hatched and healthy and greedily chuffing with hunger.  I still don’t know if they’re robins or starlings, although now I’m starting to learn toward starling.  Iris claims she saw the mother bird leaving the nest and that it was all brown.  If she’s right, that’s some pretty strong evidence for it.

I won’t lie; I’ve always wanted a pet starling.  I know lots of people hate them, but I’ve always found them beautiful, and their flight murmurations are breathtaking.  But if that’s what these little guys are, I promise I won’t take one to raise.  This year.  My life is crazy enough right now as it is.


Today is burn day.  I’m excited and apprehensive, both, but I am also absolutely 100% ready.

To new beginnings!


2 thoughts on “The New Hatchlings

  1. says:

    I raised starlings-the hospital was being remodeled and they were tossed out. I had to take them to school and the children fed them throughout the day. They need to be fed constantly-so I couldnt leave them home. They learned to fly and for months would fly above the children and land on their shoulders!

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