I haven’t done any updates on the baby birds, because there are no baby birds…
Two days after my last post, I checked the nest and it was empty. I did not feel like transferring the picture from my phone to my laptop because it just seemed too sad. The mama and papa pigeons even came around several times afterwards and I thought and hoped that the babies had just moved further in the nest and I just couldn’t see them. But no… I guess I’ll never know what happened.
This little bugger has been loitering around. Suspicious, I did a quick Google search (You can find almost anything! Yeah… not really, use Google), and yes, crows eat bird eggs (avianabalism?). I shooed it away twice, and the critter also chased it to this tree, but it doesn’t look like it’ll give up anytime soon.
A little less than a year ago, two crows decided to make their home on a palm tree outside my window. Three adorable crow babies grew up right in front of my eyes. Despite my horrid fear and inability to stand within a metre of a crow (I have an explanation for this!), I loved watching those little babies grow up.
But as you may have observed, these are two, not three eggs. And it is on my window ledge, not on a tree. A month ago, I noticed two curious critters loitering on my window ledge, involved in some obviously suspicious activity. They would run whenever I came near. Maybe it was just me… NAH! It was definitely them. A leaf of the very same palm tree mentioned before had grown quite a bit and had formed a hollow pressed up against my window. To set the scene a little, behind this window (inside my room) there is a cupboard, and there is approximately a 10cm space between the cupboard and the window. There is also a curtain that generally occupies the 10cm gap. Quite cosy. The two critters were investigating the hollow accompanied by a crow friend. Maybe it was the same crow, a tale of recommended bird real estate since I had been such a kind host!
Either way, I knew I was going to have a nest on my ledge. I think it has been a month since they started making the nest. After returning from a three-day trip I remembered these guys and pushed open my curtain. Lo and behold, the nest was complete and one of the critters was roosting. I guess I scared it when I moved the curtain, but below its tufts were two little eggs. I know the kind of bird it is, and I know how scary its offsprings look, so I may not be as receptive as I was with the puffy little baby crows. But who knows? Maybe when they hatch, they’ll crack my heart a little open.