Robin babies!

I think they started hatching on Saturday. I’ve seen three little beaks, so far. The parents are very busy. Click on pictures to enlarge.

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Time out for a quick bath, then it’s back to work.

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Gosling GPS

I was coming down a path at the Wakarusa Wetlands this morning, watching a couple of geese heading over to the heron hangout when out popped a lone gosling. He was talking up a storm and heading my way. I knew he must belong to the geese that were just swimming off. They were getting farther away and honking so loudly that they probably couldn’t hear him. He ran out of the water and right up to me. I just happened to be between him and his parents. He was trying to get to them, but kept getting tangled up in the grass while they kept getting farther away. I decided I’d better take action, so I grabbed him up and took him to the water and off he went. I was glad I had my gloves on, so hopefully he didn’t smell like human (I don’t know whether or not that matters to geese). I had no idea how fast those little ones can swim!

I watched him until he was out of sight. I knew his parents were on the other side of the little island in the middle of the water and I just hoped they found each other. I walked down the path so I could see the other side, hoping to see them all together again. There were three pairs of geese there by now, so I wasn’t sure who he belonged to, but I did notice the two who had been doing a lot of talking were now sitting in the grass on the shore. I hoped that when I got home and zoomed in on the pictures I would see him. I think I can see a little bit of fluff in the grass. At least that is what I want to believe–a happy ending. Oh my, the little round belly on that little one was just the sweetest. Click on pictures to enlarge.

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Baby Kestrel





I was on my way back from checking on one of the eagle nests last week when I saw a baby kestrel in the road. At first, I thought he was an injured adult. There are many big trucks that come down this road and I was afraid he was going to get run over. I called Operation Wildlife and the wonderful woman on the line said, “Is his tail about two inches long?” I realized she was asking because he was a baby and his parents were probably around feeding him. I asked her if she thought it would be OK for me to move him into the nearby field so he wouldn’t get hit by a car. She said that would probably be a good idea. I really wanted to pick him up and give him a few pets while I was doing this, but of course, I knew no matter how cute he looked, I could lose a finger, not to mention, terrify him. I grabbed a canvas bag out of the car and used it to scoot him out of the road. He hissed at me a bit, but seemed very curious about what I was saying to him (I was telling him how beautiful he was and giving him a little lecture about staying out of the middle of the road).

After I got him into the field, I heard the parents overhead giving me a scolding, so I figured everything would be OK. We went back to check on him over the next few days and realized that the reason he was hanging out in this area, so near the road, was there is a nest box nearby. Sure enough, another baby was sticking her head out watching. The nest box looked a bit like a phone box, so we hadn’t noticed it before. When we checked on him the last time, he was in the same area, but seemed to be doing a bit more flying. We haven’t been back in several days. I pray that he and his siblings are doing well. We hope to drive back by tomorrow and see if all is well. Click on pictures to enlarge.

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