3 I’ve Got a Bird Bone to Pick

Flash back to Wednesday when I discovered a bird nest happily tucked away in my holiday wreath that should have been packed away months ago. Such a happy find! Dare I say the highlight of my week? Quite possibly.

Until, I found out Momma Bird was a scoundrel. I’ll explain.

I conveniently have the perfect bird watching setup. A storm door allows me to snoop extra close without getting in my little friends’ way. I even caught a sneak peek when they were hatching…complete with video.

Note to the viewer: This could quite possibly be the most boring video to anyone other than its creator. You were warned…and please pay no mind to Bravo’s Real Housewives of OC & June’s whining in the background. The soundtrack of my life.

Now, let’s get to why I have a serious bone to pick with Momma Bird.

From this window here, I noticed MB flying the nest to hang out in this bush…

 
…to canoodle with a boy! I would like to assume that this is Poppa Bird, but I really can’t be sure. Even worse, MB has knocked two of her freshly hatched nuggets from the nest when she takes off for her front yard rendezvous. Scandalous AND neglectful.

 
After much Googling and my very best attempts at saving my loves, we’ve had two little ones fly to the birdie heaven in the sky…but on the way they ended up on my front porch doormat.

I’m fuming.