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Thursday, May 21. 2009

Suddenly silent in the morning

Except for the twitterings of some migrating warblers and thrushes, the morning bird chorus here has suddenly gone silent.


That's because the local breeders have now laid their eggs, and no longer want to draw attention to their presence with their territorial calls. 21 days for a bird egg to hatch, and then comes the long hassle of feeding, protecting, worrying over, and keeping track of the bird babies.


All parents know what that is like.

Posted by Bird Dog in Natural History and Conservation at 09:14 | Comments (3) | Trackbacks (0)

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People love bird songs. It's kind of funny because, as I understand, bird songs fall into two categories: Buzz off, this is my territory or Come on up and see me.
#1 Geoff on 2009-05-21 11:15 (Reply)
Around here, when the birds go silent there is usually a big hawk or eagle sitting on top of the custom made raccoon proof bird feeder.
#2 Spork (Link) on 2009-05-21 12:06 (Reply)
Wish the durn birds would go silent around here. Somehow, a starling had got into my attic - right over my study, too - and set up housekeeping. Before I figured out what's what (okay, so I'm slow), the little ones had hatched, and the periodic racket ("hey, there's mom with a beakful of worms!") is deafening.

Found the hole in the trim, but can't fix it until the little beggars move out. I may be an evil white male, but I do have a heart; well, kind of...
#3 Michael J Kubat on 2009-05-21 16:40 (Reply)

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