Wrens colonized the back porch for their nesting efforts this year. The back porch, which is a high-traffic area with people coming and going and the parrots in near proximity and the cat having anxiety issues about the outside world. That back porch.
In the end, I suppose it was good to see those busy, industrious, fiesty, and all-around demanding birds tending to their nest, otherwise I would have thought some very, very small hobbits had built a hobbit hole up there.
They've all gone now, out into the world. Calm has been restored to the area around the back door.
. . .
To replace them, the baby crows have decided to fledge today. Granted, they're doing so in three separate treetops across the hill but they are every bit as noisy. An approximate translation is:
AAAA, SHIT, CRAP. IS THAT THE GROUND, IT'S THE GROUND, OH FFFUUUUUUUUUCCKKKK. HOW IS FLYING THIS DIFFICULT. AAAAA. CRAP, CRAP, CRAP.
Times perhaps a dozen baby crows. With more swears, because most crow translates to swears.
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