Gametes In Love

About a month ago (perhaps more) we noticed that a bird would constantly fly away from our porch whenever we’d walk up to our front door. I didn’t think much of it at the time until several days later when S observed that we have a nest. That’s right! A nest!

What amused me most was that we have fake planters along our porch wall. Thank you, IKEA! I’ve tried real ones, believe me, but it’s dark there so any real plants just die within two-three weeks. Apparently the birds aren’t fundamentalist naturalists and chose to make one of said fake plants their new home. If I think about it it makes great sense — our porch is not often frequented (we’re apparently not too popular); it’s shaded from sun (to obscurity) and wind; as well as predators attacks are slim. Score 1 for the birdies!

Our little nest had 5 eggs in there, and I kept waiting for the right time to take a picture of them, but missed it as last week-end the eggs hatched and we now have birdies. Yep, little baby birds.

I’m excited! Aside from the pile of bird doo-doo that is now building up on my planter and porch, I’m really excited. I can’t wait to see them grow up!

I haven’t counted them to see how many of the eggs hatched, but I imagine there at least least 3 little birdies in there.

I also have no clue as to what variety. I could pretend they’re bluebirds, but can’t be sure as their wings don’t quite look blue to me, but brownish-gray. The eggs were blue, the size of my fingernail. The male (I’m assuming) is red-breasted, and the female quite plain. I For those of you birdiers out there, please guess. I’d love to know what they are.

Updated: Thank you for helping me identify them. They’re House Finches! The size, the bird call, the eggs — they all match. Thank you Angela! For lack of picture (taken by me) this is what they look like:

I’ve been trying to encourage G to stand more. Until recently the only time he’s been in upright position is his jumparoo, so any time I try to get him standing he starts trying to bounce.

So now, for a few minutes every day, I hold him up. He’s getting better at supporting his weight, but thinks that standing up = dance time.

He does this really awesome (aka hilarious) butt jiggle. He sticks out his rump, starts swinging side to side and does a little bounce with his hiney.

This is classic video gold and I WISH I had it to show you. Sadly you’ll have to wait and just use your imagination. Trust me, watching it makes you bust out laughing — just don’t let him see you laughing at him or he gets mad. That’s why I have him facing away from me when we do this — I can snicker behind his back… literally.

Does that make me a mean mommy?