Tuesday, July 21, 2020

Sights of summer.

Hello, friends, and welcome to another lousy Tuesday entry following a busy Monday. In keeping with such days, I would like to share some pictures of the season, that season being summer, and this place being around my neighborhood, for the most part:


Early morning, sun coming up on a neighbor's deck. The dew is heavy on the ground, and every other surface, but the moment the sun comes up it begins steaming off. Tears of Eos.


The last robin in the nest. They had at least three and possibly four baby birds in there a couple of weeks ago, but my do they grow up fast. It doesn't look like Mom has to chuck them out either; they seemed to get too big, and one by one they get forced out. Roll over! Roll over! Or the last one ate the others. 😱Probably not, right? Let's check with Mr. Britannica.

First we learn that the name for the American robin is Turdus migratorius. And then we laugh like Beavis and/or Butthead. Heh heh ... heh heh ... you said "turd." Further down in the article there is this:
Four to six bluish green eggs are incubated by the female for 12–14 days. The female incubates the eggs and the male obtains food for the young, who fly in 14–16 days. There may be two or three broods per season. The name robin is also applied to other New World thrushes of the genus Turdus.
Heh heh ... heh heh.

So yes, the robin (or Joe Turdus as he is now known here) does flee the nest quickly. Everyone else goes too. There's no empty nest syndrome with robins. After the kids are grown they all leave home. It's like Mom and Dad saw the last kid off to school, abandoned the house, and took off for their golden years in a Winnebago.

This one isn't mine:


I saw this online and immediately sent it to a friend. Due to circumstances beyond his control, he was forced to become the president of his homeowners' association. And he's been the one to get the flak for following through on the order to close the development's swimming pool. So of course I wanted to know if this "Due to The Carnivorous" picture was from his pool. He denies it, but I don't know. He does enjoy the Jurassic Park movies.

We'll end with this little love note from the skies:


Awww.

3 comments:

peacelovewoodstock said...

Turdus, indeed. I'm watching for a Great Tit myself. A pair of them would be epic.

bgbear said...

As the great bard mused:

Fly, robin fly,
Fly, robin fly,
Fly, robin fly,
up, up to the sky

Stiiv said...

There's a robin who has frequented my little patch of grass the past 3 years (I think it's the same one...he always looks a little beat-up & worse for wear). One day when I'd had a few Yeunglings I saw him patrolling the area, & said, out loud, "Arr, I see yer back, Sunny Jim!" And so he was (& is) called. He's out there right now!