“When I was a working stiff, I was often visited by the Chicken of Depression on Sundays, but in retirement that chicken has been replaced by the Bluebird of Happiness.” … L. Dillon
The last two fledglings are 30-days old today and came for a visit with the adults this morning. They still beg for food, but don’t get much. I’ve seen them catch a lot of bugs. At a month old, bluebirds are pretty much self-sufficient from a food standpoint. Yesterday I watched one of the juveniles land on the mealworm feeder with a couple of dozen worms in it, but never picked up a one. Just sat there begging Daddy to feed it. He didn’t get a free breakfast. The fledglings still have a lot to learn about survival and are learning the ropes by following Daddy. He knows all the spots to bug and never misses the shadow of the local sharpshin.
So far Mama has not shown any signs of building a fourth nest. That is good so far as I am concerned. The August heat is oppressive and the bluebirds are visibly worn and haggard from three successful nestings. The rigors of all that goes with raising young take a toll on the bluebirds. Three broods is enough.