Them who remember my original “Birds be all messed up” post know of my frustration regarding the Bluebirds and Swallows not using their assigned boxes.
Yes, that is a bluebird on the nest box I built specifically for the swallows. And where are the swallows?
They are on the nest box that according to everything I read is perfect for the bluebirds but is too small for a typical brood of swallows.
As I had predicted, the bluebirds followed the same pattern as previous years; they build the nest and then left without using it. The nice swallow house sits bereft of birds but with a nice unused nest inside.
Meanwhile . . .
. . . the swallows are sitting on some eggs. I don’t know how many as I don’t want to disturb them, but a typical brood ranges from five to seven. It’s gonna be crowded in there.
This year, I will try and capture the feeding behavior as I did a few years ago.
However, looking back through my photos I noticed I was not the only one unhappy with this turn of events. . .
“Damn it, Dwayne! I told you we should have pounced on that larger place. Now those despicable bluebirds went and grabbed it. Remember the place, Dwayne? Nice wide accommodations, solidly built, and three feeding ports. Three!”
“Don’t put this all on me! You could have grabbed it, but wanted to go check out other places!”
“Don’t give me any lip, Dwayne; I said we should grab it, but it was you who insisted on shopping around!”
“What!? Oh, no way I’m taking the fall for this fiasco, Alice. You know how I hate shopping around; I was perfectly happy with the other place. It was you, YOU, who saw the bluebirds on this box and had to come and check it out. Just like you, I might add; always wanting something better!”
“Well, this settles it; unless there be immaculate conception, we’re going barren this year because no way are you getting any from me!”
Well, they either made up, or The Holy Smoke again did his impregnating bit because I’m sure they are sitting on some eggs.
. . . none of my business, really.
Remember this guy?
The Spotted Towee. He’s been bolder of late, often sitting close to the house belting out its call.
Last week I heard the water splashing in the birdbath. The birdbath sits right outside my office window, and I often hear birds coming to either drink or swim. I also recently changed the screens, and they are now a little better for snapping photos through them . . .
He was there for a bit, and I got a few decent shots.
Finally, I had previously mention I’ve been testing out the 80-400mm lens, usually on the airborne swallows.
Other than a little softness (especially on that last shot) I’m fairly pleased with these.
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