Oh, the carnage!
It’s getting worse. I now have three baby robins, most likely between 9 and 16 days old. They’ve got some pin feathers and a little fuzz, but really need to fledge so that I don’t have to keep staring at the skinny old man necks and the golf-ball bodies. The latest one showed up last night under a different tree, so I assume it is a cousin. So, are these runaways, or did a bigger sibling drop-kick them out of the nest? Or could it be the work of the damned starlings? I prefer the starling theory since I consider starlings to pretty much be at the root of all evil here on my compound (now that I’ve got the chain link fence in front, it’s a compound, not just a little house on the prairie. By next week I should have the gate up, so I can start releasing the attack-pomeranian. Oooh!- scary!).
Where was I? Oh yeah, the birds. Now I’ve got a shoe box full of little grey beasts with bright yellow beaks and I’m starting to remember the carnage of last summer. Dead baby bird bodies floating in the pond. Dead baby birds on the swimming pool cover. Dead baby birds throughout the back yard. I didn’t think much of it back then, but my trees rain death. So, is it the damned starlings, or is this just nature? Effing nature. Speaking of nature, I have a raging headache today, so don’t piss me off or I’ll cry on you.
