- I am always delighted when I find an active nest in my yard.
Yesterday an unnoticed accumulation of poop led me to a cavity in a
dead branch about 30 feet up a Poplar tree.
Binoculars, then a scope, showed three fairly well-grown chicks with a
lot of interest in their surroundings. A little time turned up an
early explorer fluttering around the nest, always in danger of falling
from the tree.
A parent would make really quick feeding approaches, with the chicks
moving back in the hole to be fed, instead of leaning forward for
first dibs as seems more common.
I finally got a good look at Mom: Phooey, a Starling.
Well, heck, I guess they don't know they were imported. Still
interesting to watch.