This little guy fell out of a tree in our front yard. I wanted to pick him up and give him a cuddle, but we’ve heard the parents won’t take the baby back once it has been tainted by human touch. I suppose we will have get by with photos.
It happens every year like clockwork. The weather warms, the trees being to bud and the sky rains poop.
Specifically poop of the Cedar Waxwing.
I was first introduced to the massive migratory groups of Waxwing last winter when, one day before heading out to work I grabbed an umbrella because I assumed, based on the consistent sound of light sprinklings, that the sky was falling in the H20 sense. Only when I actually stepped outside did I discover it was the constant, never-ending noise of roosting Waxwings. It seems when the weather starts warming, our pecan trees make the perfect home for these pretty yellow birds and their not-so-pretty brown poop.
Much as I appreciate their visit, I am looking forward to the days where I can safely walk to my car without the fear of being “rained” on.