By this time, the parents are starting to look haggard. All they do is feed the bird. Such love and drive to provide food for their young is amazing. And I thought, how much we could learn from them.Last night, I noticed both parents were perched on the bamboo line and were sounding off a different call. I am unsure what it means but I have the feeling that they are calling their offspring out.
Even Maurice and Lucy were looking at them, intently in a calm manner. The cats were listening to the chattering of the birds. I wonder if animals understand each other.I focused all my attention to the Chickadees since the departure of Nymeria. Today I came home, all is quiet. Not a single chirp. I went outside and called the birds. Chickadee-dee-dee. Nothing. It’s so strange to hear no chirping sound and the ruckus of the young ones when it’s feeding time. What is stranger, Maurice and Lucy did not even come out to the balcony with me. They must have known the birdhouse is now empty. A feeling of emptiness came over me. An empty nest syndrome. Related articles