Little Phoebe Leaves the Nest

We host a nest of phoebes each year in the front porch rafters. I’m never sure if any of them survive the relentless predation of our cats, but each year I hope.

Yesterday one of the little babies flapped wings and stepped out of the nest.

Today it took flight. It made it all the way to a tree after a short stop on the porch rail.

Baby phoebe in the tree. Success!
Baby phoebe in the tree. Success!

Momma phoebe still brings it snacks and encouragement.

Phoebe fledgling getting fed by parent.
Getting a quick snack.

The nestmates do not look too impressed with their sibling’s feat.

Phoebe fledgling nest mates not too impressed.
Not too impressed.

 


About Wild Ozark
Wild Ozark is a nature farm. Mostly we grow rocks. I use those rocks and some of the herbs to make earth pigments and watercolor paints. We also grow native clay that I use for making my Fairy Swing Mushrooms. And then there are the trees. We grow lots of trees. My husband uses some for his woodworking and some for our Burnt Kettle Shagbark Hickory Syrup, but for the most part they stand around creating good air, shade, & habitat for the ginseng nursery.
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About the voice behind this blog, Madison Woods
I'm a creative old soul living way off the beaten path with my husband in the wild Ozark Mountains. You can find my art on display and for sale at the Kingston Square Arts shop in Kingston, Arkansas. It's a tiny little town and a bit off the path to anywhere at all, but a wonderful ride out to a most beautiful part of our state. Besides homesteading, growing plants & making arts & crafty things, I write books and stories. My rural fantasy fiction, written under the pen name, Ima Erthwitch, usually takes place in a much altered Ozarks.

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