Friday morning I got an email from my wife that simply said “firewood.” There was an attachment included, but I couldn’t open it, so I emailed her back wondering what she was talking about. When she got back to me again, there was a photo of a big branch that had broken off one our trees out front thanks to the wind the previous night. This wasn’t a small branch either. It was about 6 feet long and about 7 or 8 inches round and was laying right beside our walk that leads down to the sidewalk. I don’t know how I didn’t trip over the damn thing going to my vehicle that morning. I didn’t even notice it!
I know it might sound dumb, but that was my favorite branch. There must have been 6 holes drilled into that thing by woodpeckers over the years. It had character. Birds would fly in and out of all those holes and, as I found out Friday after work, had even nested in that branch.
When I went to remove the big branch that morning I noticed there was a hollowed out part of the branch that was now exposed thanks to the branch breaking off. I had a look in there and found about 5 bald baby birds moving around. There was a bird going crazy in the tree above me while I was doing all of this, so I’m guessing that was the mother. She wasn’t happy with me being there messing around with her offspring.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to leave them exposed to the elements so I went downstairs to see if I could find something to cover them up. I decided to use the neck cone that Max needed after his operation last year so he couldn’t get at his stitches. It worked perfectly. I fit it over the exposed part of the tree, shielding the birds from whatever Mother Nature might throw at them.
I have since monitored the birds daily by shoving my cell phone into the nest and recording what was going on in there. Unfortunately, nothing at all is happening. The birds are still there, but they’re not moving at all. Furthermore, the mother bird that was so upset by my presence, hasn’t been around for days. I don’t think they made it.
My wife told me last night it was time to take the cone off of the tree and let nature take it’s course. So, that’s what I’ll do this morning when I get home.
Oh well, I tried.