Side note to yesterday's report on Mommy Nancy's visit last weekend. She saw a small bird in my backyard, and picked my ever handy Field Guide to North American Birds.
Nancy: "I found it... hum... Black Phoebe... it was
this one, a juvenile... it had brown on the wings."
Know-it-all-Claire: "Naw, that wasn't a juvenile, it was an adult, they're solid black with a snowy white belly. "
Nancy: "I thought I saw like a reddish brown on the wings."
Know-it-all-Claire: "No, no, there's an adult or two that always hang around the yard."
So, flash forward to this morning, I look out the window and whom do I see lined up on the Pool fence?
Juvie Line-up
Waiting for MaBaby Phoebes! Honestly, I'm tickled half to death. I wish I could be home every day to watch the little guys line up for their chow, and their harried parents. They all ignore me, but when a Scrub Jay buzzed in, the entire family was off in a flash. You know how it is when THAT creepy neighbor comes calling. You just have to pretend you're out!
Feeding time at last
