Chicks with a mission

Mom? Dad? Where are you?

A small flock of baby birds went through the yard early in August. I remember about four of them, but it seems I only caught the slowest one in photos. They came into the Wild Basin Rye in the front of the house, where they perched almost at my shoulder while I was weeding the front yard.

I must have run into the house for my camera and by then this one was alone in the Rye, but then strayed over to the patio, calling for its family.

Its siblings had already moved into the grass under the evergreens. They were chirping and calling from better cover.

I expect they were calling for their parents, but weren't willing to stay put to wait to be found.

Julkaistu kesäkuu 13, 2018 04:50 IP. käyttäjältä wenatcheeb