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Grandfather would be proud !


My Grandfather was a lover of all kinds of Nature and his favorite bird was the Wren so naturally I also have a special spot in my heart and soul for them. Well, despite my love for them they have taken my extension ladder hostage with a nest. Altho I need to desperately clean out my rain gutters, I am having to improvise with borrowed ladders for the moment. I have been monitoring the nest for the last couple of weeks and day before yesterday the 3 eggs hatched. Now I get to watch them feather up and eventually fledge and, believe it or not, I will miss them. God's Nature is beyond compare.



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I went through the same thing last year with a Robin's nest.....I didnt want to get on the roof anyways....lol

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Awww, I ain't buying the roof excuse - - - you're an old softie just like me.

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Oh, the things we will do.  I bet he would, Em(E), heck, I'm proud of ya' even.  Both of you.

I was ramrodding a job in Newport Beach, California, rebuilding and expanding a 12 KV substation.  We had to remove a bunch of disconnect switches, and on one set, way up in the top of the steel, a hummingbird had built her nest on the blades of one of the switches.  When the Lineman went up to remove the switches, he looked inside the nest and found three eggs, and got attacked by one furiously aggressive tiny bird.  We decided to leave it alone and work around it as long as we could, and to try not to frighten "mama" away. She tolerated us, and sometimes would get in a huff if we got too close to her territory, and we watched the nest to see when the eggs hatched; it was funny to see a bunch of Linemen taking turns going up in the manlift - we would run it up above the nest about ten feet - to look down into it checking that everything was ok.  One morning, one of the guys went up to check, and found that all three eggs had hatched overnight; he was almost as proud as a new daddy.The day came when we could no longer put off taking it down, so we figured out just how, and where we could move it so it would be safe and set about the task.  Two Linemen went up in the bucket, unbolted the disconnect from the structure, and as carefully as possible, moved the whole shebang to another spot in the station.  Mama nearly had a fit, dived at them and squawked so loud we could hear her from the ground, and followed that nest as they relocated it; as soon as they had it secured, and backed away from it, she sat right down on it, then checked her babies.  The babies grew, and we watched them, eventually sitting on the edge of the nest, and we knew it was time for them to fly.  We had a long weekend, and when we came in on Tuesday, they were gone.  We left the switch and the nest alone until the end of the job, and saw the wee birds in the flower trees around the neighborhood, but never saw them on the nest again; the last thing I did when the job wrapped up was take that disconnect down and cart it away.



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