So I stepped outside day before yesterday and one of the parents started swooping at me. She/he only does that when the chicks are ready to fly. It is at that time when they are most vulnerable.
So, I take a picture of the nest and the one that is giving me the stink eye, as if to say enough with the paparazzi, takes off.
She/he hops around on the ground with a parent in close proximity and slowly gets higher and higher off the ground. Without a tail, at this time, she/he is a tad wobbly.
We’ve had and still have many nests around the 1795 Acorn Inn this year… on our front walk, above the light outside the Innkeeper’s entrance, in the wisteria, in the Jacuzzi pavilion, in the tree right outside the Barn Suite. Everything from Cardinals to Phoebes to Red-Breasted Robins.
It’s been wonderful watching them grow. And it’s been both frightening and comedic watching them learn to fly.
Here’s the last one of four red-breasted robins that left the nest. He/she didn’t want to go far and after making it to the tree, stayed long enough for me to get close and personal.