Since I wrote about Mr Sparrow, I’ve been hoping to give you Lovelies an update about his very rebellious birdy ways, but it seems like the whole family has left the nest now. The constant action on our balcony has ceased shortly after the publishing of my post, and I am guessing the reason can only be either that Mr and Mrs Sparrow’s eggs have hatched, the Sparrow kid(s) learnt to fly, and the family is just gone doing what sparrows do… Or, The Cove is more popular than I thought among the sparrow circle, and it got to Mr Sparrow’s ears that I was spying on them, and he didn’t like that, and decided to move the wife and children, just in case!
I am thinking the later. But I could be wrong.
Anyhow, the action on the balcony is pretty much inexistent now, leaving that much more time to nap for Freja.
And that much less bird-blogging material for me.
But fear not, because I always am on the lookout for a good bird story, and even if I live in the middle of Montréal, the wild life in my neighbourhood is not disappointing at all.
So, lately, I have noticed new little fellows in the trees around the building where I work. I looked them up, and I am pretty sure they are yellow warblers. I wish I had a picture of my own to share with you, but the couple is quite discreet, and if I zoomed enough to have anything significative to show you, it would probably look like a yellow blur in the middle of a blurry green background.
I had seen the couple before, but this week, our interaction got more interesting, thus this post.
Three or four days ago, when I walked out for one of my breaks, there was much more chirping than usual in the crabapple trees. There was a black squirrel up in the branches, and by the warblers’ mad chirping, I guessed they had set their nest in the same tree.
Mr Squirrel seemed more interested in the crabapple sprouts than an omelette, but nonetheless was escorted off the tree. There was no argument regarding the eviction, but I think all the fuss around the by-passing rodent made Mr and Mrs Warbler realize that they might have given me a clue as to where they had built their nest.
Now, everytime I come out to pause from work, if I go anywhere near the crabapple trees, they appear from nowhere, and start chirping anxiously at me. And I don’t mean the usual warblers’ warbling way. No. Both Mr and Mrs give me the angry ”Chip chip the f*ck away from here!!” chirp.
And the closer I seem to get to the nest, the more intense the chirping goes. Almost as if they were shouting ”Warmer, you’re getting warmer!! No… Colder now… Yup, that way, you’re warmer… WARMER!!” Like two mini nest-detectors.
I wouldn’t want to doubt Mom and Dad Warbler’s instinct, but to me it is just a bad strategy… If I wanted to keep people away from my nest, I’d try to attract people away from it. But I am not a bird, and there are obviously a couple of warbler tricks I don’t know about.
Don’t worry, I am not the kind to stress or scare animals on purpose, so I didn’t stay close to where I guessed the Warblers’ home is for long. Just long enough to watch Mr Warbler’s attempt at chasing me away. There was much feather ruffling, and half spread wing flapping, in an agressive way.
I couldn’t help but wonder how confident the 10 grams bird felt, and if he really thought it could take me down, if needed. I’ll give the Warblers this, they do have quite an attitude, when their offspring’s in great ”peril”.
I just hope Mr and Mrs won’t feel the need to move, like the Sparrows. I’d hate to think that I am slowly driving the whole feather community away from our neighbourhood.
But we’ll have to wait and see…
Hey, we still have squirrels, skunks, racoons and foxes running around… And stray cats too. I’d miss my angry birds, though.