There's an interesting collection of birthdays today.
Nancy Reagan is 94.
Della Reese is 84.
The Dalai Lama is 80.
George W. Bush and Sylvester Stallone are 69.
And, speaking of birthdays, the second trio of young warblers have finally left our front porch. Their parents built a nest atop one of the roof pillars.
Stupidly, when the first batch hatched and fledged, I didn't take the nest down. So the mama bird, figuring she was popular, came back and laid three more eggs. Eventually the babies were born.
I said "stupidly" a few sentences back because while there are birds about, SWMBO refuses us to use the front patio, which has a table and a couple of chairs and is a thoroughly nice place to enjoy a cocktail in the evening.
These new chicks seemed to hang around the nest for an interminably long time before venturing out into the world.
So we hovered around the front windows watching for progress. When they finally fledged (one at a time) Blackwell joined us at the window staring intently at what he probably considered a tasty snack.
Their first day or two of freedom from their brothers and sisters is spent on our table or chairs, testing their wings and examining the world around them. For a short while they remain to be fed by their parents, as you can see in this short video.
Once they were all three fledged, I pulled the nest down and placed a brass vase in the spot to discourage further nest building.
But there are two more protected niches atop pillars so I took a couple of items from my brass Buddha collection and placed them on the other pillars.
As I told our friends, Rick and Lori from down the block, the porch is starting to resemble a temple! But as long as it keeps the birds from nesting.
And, after three months of occupation by the warblers, I finally have my front porch back! Happy birthday, indeed.