My Orioles

Look at Greggity, on a roll. After averaging about a post a month, I feel rejuvenated and am back and ready to blog. Unless we have no readers anymore. Just kidding. Here's a shout out to Tracy and Robin, the two Nice Boys readers. (Look at that, your name in print!)

I have a little tree that sits right off my deck. It's not really my tree, per se, but I claim it (and everything in it) as mine, simply because it's closest to my apartment than anyone else.

I often sit at my little bistro table on my deck so I can watch people coming and going from the building and it's one of my favorite writing spots. About a week and a half ago I noticed a bird nest in the top of the small tree. In it were a mom Oriole and four Oriole chicks. They made a loud racket for their size, and they were awesome. I loved watching the mom Oriole feed her chicks. She'd fly away to find some food, fly back and feed them as they quickly opened and closed their mouths.

I could tell on Saturday morning that the chicks were getting pretty big and itching to leave the nest. Sure enough, they took off -- a little wobbly at first, like they had been drinking jack and cokes all day -- but they figured it out and left. I haven't seen any of them since, so I guess little birds don't come back home once they learn to fly. It makes me sad. I haven't seen them in a couple of days and I sure hope they're doing okay.

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