When last we checked on the the chicks, they were little balls of fluff
who could barely hold up their heads. In the subsequent week,
I kept a very close eye on them...probably too close...peeking in whenever I walked by.
Last Monday, I wore the GoPro when I brought Lucy and the boys home for breakfast.
The chicks were barely 10 days old when they went missing,
and there's no way they could have left the nest on their own.
I'm thinking: a) the parents got fed up with my prying eyes
and relocated them or b) something else happened.
Either way, that nest should not be empty and I take full responsibility.
Maybe not so coincidentally, I noticed another nest
being built in another cholla a few days later.
I took one picture, checked it the next day and saw a turquoise egg,
then got the hell out of there and have not been back.
I'm going to leave this family alone to raise their kids in peace.
Meanwhile, back in the barn, Peach is dealing with her own empty nest syndrome.
Six years old and well past her prime, she hasn't laid an egg for months, but
she's gone broody and I can't seem to convince her that motherhood is not in her future.