There is a tiny bit of remarkable news to share: I believe at least one of the miracle bluebird eggs has hatched!
Early yesterday evening I spotted the Papa at the birdhouse door, an unusual occurrence as it is the Mama who spends countless hours in the sweltering sauna of that nest, sitting on those eggs. Sure enough he had in his beak a tiny little spider–just the right size for a newborn baby.
So there’s at least one hatchling, maybe more!
I don’t know how she’s done it, it’s been so hot. SO HOT.
I fashioned some sun shields and an umbrella, but even so–it must be sweltering in that box. And unlike what you see on the airport report above, we’ve had exactly NO rain here in Lexington (15 mies away) in the past two weeks.
She is my shero, that bluebird, a dedicated Mama who has done all she can to bring her little eggs to life. How I hope they survive!
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