I crept into my kitchen to see what caused this morning’s cacophony. The high corner of the cupboard wall seemed to be the source of all the peepings and it’s then I guessed a mother bird had made a nest there above the kitchen ceiling, where I thought the paint was peeling. Instead, that white spilled down the wall outside the kitchen is not at all what I thought—salitre’s heavings, but is instead the nestlings’ leavings.
The watching mother stays aloof on the next-door neighbor’s roof with mouth filled with a juicy grub. Now she flies from roof to shrub, objecting to my presence there, so close to nestlings in her care. And so I leave the bird’s domain, lest nestlings’ voices be raised in vain. Minutes later, all is still, although I know ten minutes will bring more protests from tiny beaks for wormy treats that mama seeks. So it is this year again that Mother Nature invites guests in. My house now shelters more than me— my family stretched from “I” to “we.”
Tried to get this posted with my earlier submission for this prompt, but it took too long to load and I had to leave as my friend came by to pick me up for a trip to Guadalajara. I’ll try again as this is an amazing shot of a feeding frenzy of birds in La Manzanilla, taken last year. Here goes for another try:
Here is my original posting for the “Anything that Flies” prompt:
On this day, wherever we went, there seemed to be animals on guard, seemingly as sentinels. In all probabiity they all just needed a comfortable place to perch. The first photo is of the entrance to a bank in Chapala. Click on first photo to enlarge all, please.