[A house finch nestling perched on the edge of its nest, on the verge of becoming a fledgling.]
Several weeks ago, just after hanging fern baskets around my front porch, a pair of house finches built a nest in one of them. A week later there were five eggs. A couple of weeks after that there were four hatchlings. Up until a couple of weeks ago we had three nestlings, and finally, a single fledgling. I like to think the other two youngsters fledged earlier, as I didn’t find any little bird bodies in the area, nor evidence that they had run afoul of one of the many neighborhood cats. And there are currently several house finches around our small property, so at hopefully that number includes my temporary lodgers.
The fledgling in the above photo took off and joined its parents in exploring the neighborhood a few days ago. I have probably seen it at our bird feeder.
Nature finds a way.
Reading
Still reading Fanon’s The Wretched of the Earth and Claybourne’s Breath, Warmth, Dream.
Writing
Too much chaos in the world right now to focus on creative pursuits.
Weekly Writing Prompt
Subject: Empire, Dragons
Setting: Lost City
Genre: Horror
Listening
Sly and the Family Stone, “Sing a Simple Song”.
Sly Stone died a few days ago. He had a hell of a life, but he and the Family Stone left behind a whole lotta good music.
And as I am writing this post, I see that Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys just died. Damn.
Interesting Links
- One political assassination and one attempted political assassination in Minnesota. This is the world we live in now. The rhetoric has become normalized, and now the actions will be to. Just as MAGA intends.