During our drive yesterday, checking on the progress of fires in our southern paddocks, something caught my eye…
Beneath a post cover (a piece of broken fibreglass tank that had been recycled, with one nail not QUITE doing it’s job allowing it to swing around over the wire) was a teeny tiny nest.
An enterprising willy-wagtail had built it’s cobweb-and-grass nest in the perfect position, shaded from sun and airbourne predators, but handy to the insects on which it feeds it’s offspring.
Of course, everyone piled out of the car to get a closer look…
Is there anything as helpless and vulnerable and NOT REALLY VERY PRETTY as a baby bird?
These guys must’ve only hatched in the last couple of days…
There were no eyes open yet, and just a HINT of downy feathers beginning to emerge from wrinkled grey bodies.
What was that schoolday definition of cute? Ugly but interesting?
Never mind little chicks, you will grow to be the gorgeous darting ballet dancers of the bird world.