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I don’t want to talk about my last weekend in jail. It was relatively
uneventful. Most everyone in there has read at least a little of my blog by
now, and that’s making things a little awkward, but I’m getting through it.
It does feel like it’s painting a target on my back, but as I’ve been
saying, this is not prison, so it was never going to be as intense and
dramatic as you see it depicted on TV. It ain’t no picnic neither, but I’ll
be fine. No, what I need to talk to you about today are my new smol birb
friends. If you follow me on social media, you already know that I found a
nest above my balcony. One of the babies fell out the other day, and died,
but then two more babies fell out the next day, and I was able to scoop them
up, and carefully place them back in the nest. They were pretty noisy, which
the internet says is a good thing, because obviously, it means they’re still
alive. It was really stressful being away for 48 hours, though, because even
though I could check on the camera feed I had up there once a day, it’s not
like there was anything I could do about it. Welp, that turned out to not be
so true. My landlord also just so happens to be a reader, so she took it
upon herself to unlock my door, and go out onto the balcony while I was
away. She returned the precious chick to its rightful place in the nest.
Happy ending, right? Not so fast, nothing’s actually ended yet. According to
those internet people I’m always going on about, this species of borb
propagates like crazy. If you want to take the nest down, which I’m required
to eventually, you have to do it in between laying cycles. But that’s a very
difficult time to measure.
You see, I don’t know how far along they were in their development when I
noticed the nest in the first place, so I didn’t know when they were going
to fledge. Once they do, I pretty much have to immediately take the nesting
down, and install bird deterrents, or they’ll be right back. Why do I have
to do this? Well, it’s a legal thing. I’m not allowed to foster wildlife in
or around a building like this, and since house sparrows are considered a
nuisance, I’m actually encouraged to just kill them. If I don’t, someone
will. Of course, I never want to do that, so I knew I would have a really
short window to clear them out to prevent them from coming back. The problem
was, I was far too early in this venture. They stopped chirping. I even
climbed up there on a chair, and started gently poking on the nest, and
nothing. They never chirped at all. You would think that they would have
said something, if only leave us alone, we’re babies! But nothing at
all. I assumed that they were further along in their learning, and had flown
off already, so I began to take the nesting down. Suddenly, two tiny borbs
fell out, and landed on the balcony. I was horrified. I thought about trying
to stick them back up there, but it was kind of deep in the crevice, and I
didn’t know what shape it took in there, or how they moved around. Putting
the chicks back was one thing, but trying to recreate everything their mama
had done to build their home seemed like an impossible task. I’m sure the
internet will be mad at me, but what was I supposed to think? I would not
have done that if I thought that they were still in there, and alive. I
still can’t figure out why they weren’t chirping anymore. But it was too
late, I had to act fast, so I went back inside, and grabbed a plastic bowl.
I could save them. I just had to give it time, so that’s what I’m doing. I
moved the camera again to just above the bowl, so we’ll see whether mama
comes back to take care of them again. I’ll update you tomorrow, probably
only on social, though.
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