They say “You can’t go home again.” And I guess if you wait too long, that may be the case. Our last clutch of three bluebirds that fledged on 20 July returned home today. We left for Colorado right after they fledged and didn’t return until September. We’ve been home a week and haven’t seen them until today.
The whole family showed up on an overcast afternoon. The adults summarily checked out the nest box and then began bugging on a freshly mowed hill full of injured insects. Our bluebirds know the sound of a lawnmower means a feast and I suspect that is why they were here. The juvies were absolutely mesmerized by the nestbox. They constantly flew around it, landed on top and peered inside. But none had the courage to enter. This went on for thirty minutes or more. They certainly seemed to recognize the box as their ‘home’. A very enjoyable reunion for me.
I checked the nestbox for a new nest as soon as we got home. There was none, and I’m happy with that. August nestings are really difficult here in Oklahoma due to the heat. I reached my goal of 70 fledglings from our backyard box this season and that was satisfying. Why not go for 100?