The Finch couple settle in!

The angels seemed to be playing; it was air polo that they were playing with the pollen in the courtyard today. Practice looked aggressive and there were more than a few tussles in the interaction that they had.
The teams paired off 2 by 2 and attempted to guide the little pollen balls into their planting ground. Discouragement that none of the couples could seem to get a handle on what to do with the pollen ball. I saw a couple of escalated arguments and I couldn’t blame them. There is little worse than an uncooperative air polo partner.
Meanwhile a finch family settled into the scenery around the building. She flew through the pollen and opened her mouth to show me the reason why they chose our building to build their home. Them's good picken's I said to her. She said not a word, but flew off to deposit her seeds into her nest for the coming hatch.

The Turtledoves had a big tiff!

I passed the 2 turtledove couples, this morning. The one couple was coooing at eachother as usual and the other were huffing. What is wrong, Ms. Turtledove, I asked. He is in an attitude. Why? He completely misunderstood what I said. The design of our nest, he thinks is his to do. I said that something looked stupid and he thought that I said that he was stupid. You didn't, I chuckled. That is absolutely not like you. I know, but I was not in any mood for the nonsense today. I can totally identify, I retorted. Aren't they a cute couple, I pointed out the other turtledove couple, who were cooing at eachother. They are still in the enchantment stage, she said. I like the settled committed love, where you can say whatever and still enjoy one another's company. We popped 5 and I went to the store. I will get my talking to later, I know!

Picky, picky Bluejay

Ms. Bluejay was so picky about her choice of twigs. This one is too hard, it will stick my baby. She kept picking and dropping the ones that she didn’t want. This one is too soft, it will mold too easily. This one is too leafy…
Finally she found the perfect twig. It was still attached to the tree and she wanted it. What are you doing? I asked her. She said I need some reinforcements we have had to change the bottom of the nest several times, since the birdlings have hatched. She pecked and pecked and finally had dislodged her treasure. I am sorry, Jayne, I will have to… and she flew right off. Birds know that their sentences are always stopped by a branch or two in the mouth. What a bird the Bluejay?

***~~~***Bluejay Love! American Style***~~~***

Mom and Pop Bluejay are religious about PSA, Public Shows of Affection. I caught them in the courtyard this morning. They nearly cussed me out, the both of them. They thought it was safe at 7 am, to be public"SA"(showing affections), in the garden: but they flew off in a huff, when I decided to catch them in the act.

I am sorry, Mom and Pop. I didn’t mean to mess up “yo’ thang”. We could take a lesson from them.

The sparrows were busy about meal hunting, theirs is nothing of the affectionate kind of relationship of the bluejays, always pouring compliments and such upon one another. They were as surprised as I was that the pansy bed was such a nice place for the bluejays and that they were offended that I decided to have breakfast there. I thought you were part of the bluejay family. Daisy Sparrow said, I always wondered where the mom and pop bluejays went, with all those baby sparrows in the nest, you know they can kiss there. Now, we all know. They are found out.