Phoebe fledglings on deck! Squadron cleared for takeoff!
The Eastern phoebes built their nest under the eaves of our front porch in early April and just the other week we noticed little fuzzy heads poking up over the edge of the nest. Mom and Dad Phoebe have spent every waking moment flying in and out of the porch bringing food to their young ones. There's a wide streak of white wash on the railing and floor boards to demarcate their flight path. No matter. All that will come off with the pressure washer next week. Early this afternoon I found the fledglings had left the nest and were pondering their next move. By late afternoon I got to see the last one take its inaugural flight, and now five young phoebes have made their way into the world. We'll leave the nest up as the parents may use it again later this summer. And all that poop on the porch? It's a small price to pay for the pleasure of watching these guys swoop down and catch bugs in the front yard. (And it's certainly no worse than all the poop the bluebirds have left me out back.)
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