I apologize for going so long without an entry in the Bluebird Diary, but there is nothing to report. The birds stayed around for a few days after the babies died and haven’t been seen now for about three weeks. I’m afraid that Mama II was not bonded to this nest site and has lured Daddy away. He’s been in this yard virtually every day for four years, so it’s highly unusual for him not to show up for his mealworm breakfast.
This would be a best case scenario. A worst case would be that Daddy has met his death from natural causes, a hawk or whatever. It’s difficult for me to believe if he were in the area, he wouldn’t come and beg for some worms. I still keep his feeder in the yard, just in case.
This may be the final entry in the Bluebird Diary. Or perhaps not. One never knows what is next in nature. If it’s the final verse, it ended on a sad note. Mama’s death, two broods of babies lost to heat and now Daddy’s disappearance. Still my experience in hosting these bluebirds has been a good one overall. I’ve gotten a lot of enjoyment from their company and we put a lot of new bluebirds on this red dirt hill.
If there is another page to this story, I’ll report it. If not, I’ve enjoyed sharing my bluebird experiences with old friends and new ones introduced by this blog.
Take care, friends. Homo sapiens is as much a part of nature as Sialia sialis and we never know what tomorrow holds.