It has been a week since the first baby bird broke its shell. They have opened their eyes and often look out after they are fed. But they are very sensitive, and as soon as I raise the camera to take a photo, they duck back down immediately. They are very hungry and are busy eating all day long. The mother bird and the father bird went out to find food in turn, and they cooperated quite instinctively. As soon as the bird returned with food, the other had already anticipated the return, and shifted position to make room. It's hard to imagine how they communicated. This happy bird couple is so loving and feeding the baby birds so carefully and confidently.
Once I stumbled upon an unexpected situation. The bird couple was standing head-to-head on the edge of the nest, watching the chicks in the nest and chatting to each other. Suddenly, the two of them took off at the same time, flew to the nearby grape trellis, and then flew to the roof of the garage. The abnormal tweeting sounded like a quarrel, and the noise was fierce. Immediately after, the mother bird jumped away. The father bird chased after her. The mother bird jumped away again, with her back to the father bird, and the father bird also turned his back to the mother bird, and it was a stalemate for a few minutes.
What's going on? As their neighbour and bystander, I was somewhat embarrassed, and wanted to persuade them to make peace with a few words. I watched as Mother Bird jumped away from Father Bird to maintain a ten meter distance from him, and looked away as if disgusted by him. Shortly Father Bird took the initiative to show sympathy and jumped over, and stood silently beside Mother Bird for a long time.
Finally, Father Bird flew away. Mother Bird seemed to be still angry, standing there motionless. Soon, Father Bird flew back to the nest with earthworms in his mouth. The little guys stretched their necks and opened their mouths one by one, looking forward to delicious food. The father bird put the earthworm into the mouths of the baby birds, watched the bird swallow it, stopped for a moment and then flew away. At this time, the mother bird jumped back to the bird's nest from the same place, stood on the edge of the bird's nest and looked at the baby birds lovingly, and then sat gently in the nest.
This "bird couple quarrel" event that lasted at least ten minutes increased my understanding of the emotional world of robins. The quarrelling bird family really has a "bird love".
I began thinking that the Mother bird should be very used to my gestures. Every time I picked up my camera and took a picture, I said "smile”. The bird sat still, upright, neither shy or showy, and allowed me to take my pictures, at the same time carefully guarded its babies. I noted that the babies shrank down immediately under the warning of their mother. Turning back, I watched as a baby bird obediently forgot about his curiosity and hid in Mother Bird's arms.
By this time, the little birds were now out of their shelves for more than a week. They stretched their necks and probed their heads to look out. They were full of curiosity about the outside world. Sometimes they opened their mouths to feed. They were so hungry that during the day the two parents went out to find food constantly, sometimes together, and sometimes they took turns. And they brought back earthworms every time.
I remember that on May 18th, the mother bird went out to hunt for food early in the morning, and it was the father bird's turn to take care of the birds. He stood on the edge of the bird's nest, motionless, unlike the mother bird who preferred squatting or semi-standing in the center of the bird's nest to protect the chicks with her body.
A black squirrel came out of nowhere and quietly came to the backyard, looking for things to eat in the garden. Father Bird suddenly flew up, dived straight to the ground, and the squirrel ran away in fright. Father Bird chased after him, with a strong flapping of wings. The squirrel escaped to a tree, ran around the tree, and then escaped from the tree back to the vegetable garden. The bird Father chased the squirrel across the vegetable garden. Father Bird was brave and resolute, completely unlike his usual laid-back appearance. I was so thrilled that if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that a robin could do this.
May 19 is the tenth day of the chick’s birth. Their feathers are getting fuller day by day. When the parent robins bring back the food, the little birds not only wait with their necks extended and mouths wide open, but they are joyful, flapping their wings to extend their reach in order to grab the food.
It now looked like their wings would be matured in a few days and they would be preparing to go their separate ways. The birds were getting bigger and bigger, and they didn’t like to sleep anymore after they were full. They stretched their heads and looked out, or put their heads on the edge of the nest, and fell asleep while playing. The parent birds did not stay beside the small birds all the time like a few days ago, but stood on the grape trellis near the bird's nest to bask in the sun and preen their feathers.
The babies were so very sensitive. So many times, I was admiring their cute appearance, and when I raised my camera to take pictures, they immediately ducked down into their nest. As if the parents had warned them:
"When we parents are not at home, you have to be more careful, so no one can see you!"
What is puzzling is that I found that every time the big bird fed the small bird, it always picked up some white stuff from the nest and ate it by itself. I asked my friends out of curiosity, what are the birds eating? Some said that it is the feces that the bird pulls out, and some said it is something that the bird can't digest and spits out after eating, just like a baby will vomit after feeding. It all sounds a little gross! However, this also shows that the bird parents love their children wholeheartedly.
The baby birds were just a few days away from being able to fly off to pursue a new life. They were now fighting for food and flapping their wings, almost flying.
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