A couple of months ago, maybe more, a barn swallow couple began to build a mud nest on the front wall of my house under the covered porch.
After a short time, four baby barn swallows could be seen peering over the edge of the nest. Then the feeding began. The mom and dad, from daybreak to sunset, spent their days flying back and forth without stop to feed their babies. As they approached the nest, the four babies set to screeching as if saying “me, me, me,” their mouths gaping. How did mom and day know which was the next bird to feed? Of the four babies, one was smaller and always in the back of the nest. Don’t think it got it’s fair share.
About a month later, I was about to walk out onto the front porch when I noticed about five birds flying back and forth just in front of my door. The babies had learned to fly!
If you work in front of a computer all day as I do (and even if you don’t) what a gift to witness this.
Other news on the Marfa wildlife front: a mountain lion and her cubs spotted by my neighbor in the field across from my house; the first tarantula of this season spotted today as it booked across my front lawn; one of my cactus chomped, probably by a Javelina.